Post by gavin apollo malone. on Jul 23, 2009 22:03:26 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is rebecca and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for ten years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is joseph adam jonas. he's pretty gnarly. anyway, not only do i play this hot dude, but i also play just him. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?i'm gavin apollo malone. i'm nicknamed a lot of things. most commonly gav, though few people go as far as to call me apollo. um, when i used to be on the sports teams, i was called by my last name, malone, which is totally understandable because that was what was on the back of my jersey along with the number ninety-one. i'm gavin for god knows what reason. my mom's greek so my middle name is, well, greek. and malone is my dad's last name. he's italian, from around here, actually.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?i'm nineteen, going on twenty. i'm be twenty and the end of this year. try christmas day on for size. it's the most ironic part about my life, but we'll get to that later. anyways, i was born on christmas day. or afternoon i guess. i was just after he had our christmas dinner -- so maybe it was night? i don't know what time i was born. all i know was that i was born, and it was on christmas day. the thing that sucks most about it is that my birthday and christmas presents are normally combined into one, meaning people are lazy and just buy me one gift. it freaking sucks, but who am i to complain? i'd do the same thing.tell me, why are you here again?i'm a graduated citizen. i graduated two years ago from high school, and have since done close to nothing with my high school degree. i'm not sure if i'm really supposed to.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?i'm pretty much pro-female, that's nothing to be hidden. but i'm not really opposed to guys? i don't know. point being is that for now, i've only done things with girls.tell me about your love life, sweetie.i used to just hook up. all the time, religiously almost it seemed. but i mean, since i screwed up major in that department, i definitely have not really hooked up much at all. i'm more... serious about life in general now. it's... weird.what do you like to do?well, this is hard. i haven't really thought about this since much after... well. yeah. anyways. i guess music is still a huge part of my life, along with sports. my daughter is the biggest thing in my life right now, in all honesty. she's the light of my life. i love being with family, with friends. before i would have said drinking and all that stuff, but not anymore. one habit i've never been able to kick that i still love to keep around is smoking, but never around my daughter. i love italy, it's absolutely gorgeous here. and the french language, because for once, i've learned something useful that will help me out. i understand some italian because i know french. i like italian food, but i also enjoy a lot of take out and fast foods. i like to work out, i love to dance. i don't really do much more with my life, haha.what grinds your gears?rude people, womanizers, people arguing/fighting, my past. um... game glitches or lags. when i get hurt and can't dance or work out, that's probably the worst. feeling like i've failed as a father. being so far away from abigail's mother. feeling like my parents hate me. being sick.what makes you cower in fear?overdosing again. losing abigail, or any of my family for that matter. falling into my past habits and addictions. having abigail taken away from me.tell me - are you an innocent little one?i've been arrested more than once. but that was back in new jersey when i still lived there. i was arrested once for possession of drugs, once for domestic disturbance, and again for driving with a suspended license. yeah, life sucked back in the day.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!i don't know, i don't think i really have many. when abigail was first born i sort of hid her from everyone. her mom didn't want her, and neither did i. we were going to put her up for adoption but then i just... i couldn't let her do it. i've changed my life right around since then, abigail's become my everything.what about your parents? are they good people?my dad's antonio michaelangelo malone, my mom is athena carmella malone. i love my mom and dad, they've done absolutely everything they can for me, even though my father rarely speaks to me anymore. he's so ashamed of me, but i push it off. what else can i do?surely you have some siblings?i'm an only child, which would probably explain why my parents most likely had such high expectations set out for me. sometimes i feel like i failed them because i didn't succeed in them, but it's my life and i'll choose what i want.what do you want to do with your life?well eventually i'd like to find someone to marry, that loves me for who i was and who i am, and accepts my daughter into their life as if she were their own daughter. i'd really love to pursue a dancing career, and hopefully one day do a broadway show. most importantly, i want to win back my father's love.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.i just moved here four years ago. i completed two years of high school in jersey, two years here, and i've been graduated for another two years. i still just... don't know what to do with my life. for now, i'm working non-stop to support my daughter, but besides that, there's nothing really going for me right now. i'm a reformed alcoholic and cocaine addict. i used to be a huge party animal, and i slept around a lot. but since abigail's come along i've been to rehab, i've done that whole bit of my life (well, that was after i overdosed, and before abigail) but i mean... life's better the way that i'm living it now.
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He simply shook his head momentarily at her comment on the price of the room. "It's Caesar's Palace, what did you expect Adrianna?" he remarked back, in a bit of a more sharper tone than he should be using with a guest at the hotel. However, there were no other employees at the desk, and the closest ones were the bellboys at the front door, and beyond that, the valet boys. There was close to no one in the lobby -- in all actuality, he could have yelled at her, and no one would even really care. But he had to do his job, right? Gavin did not want to say hi to her, did not want to ask her how she had been... he did not see why he had to bother. He did not see why after she ruined his life did he had to sit down and chit chat with her. He didn't have to, he knew that he didn't have to, but he could simply not understand the nagging, internal obligatory feeling that he had to do at least something of the sort. Addressing her by name just then was personal enough for him. He really wished that maybe, just maybe, once he checked her in she would take off, she would go to her room, and he could just relax afterward. He wanted nothing more to do with Adrianna than this. But that was never going to be possible, because they had Abigail. Or rather, he had Abigail.
He never wanted to cry. Gavin was not much one for emotions, so you could imagine how crying felt for him. But for the past two years he felt like that was all he was doing. He cried all the time. Sometimes, he cried for a week street. It was nuts, because he always had this super strong facade up that showed him as your typical bad ass, like Danny Zucco in Grease, or like John Bender from the Breakfast Club. He was your regular day, emotionless, smug asshole. And personally, he would not have it any other way. Sure, he knew his life would be better without all the endless partying, the alcoholism, and the cocaine addiction. But really, he didn't care. He knew he was a screw up, but that was decided for him from the start. It was decided long before even Oliver was born. This family, the Malone's... they were all screwed up from birth. From before birth. And it was no ones fault but their fathers, if they were going to point fingers and play the blame game. He would rather not, but Gavin often caught himself doing it, anyways. But to have Adrianna walk in here, and act surprised when he was just trying to do his job made him furious. It made him want to point fingers, made him want to play the blame game. But to what extent? What good would that do him now? It would literally do nothing for him. It won't change the fact that he turned down Julliard, it won't change the fact that he has no social life, that he's stuck working at the hotel overnight, and it certainly does not change his family moving to Vegas and him having a two year old daughter. So why bother?
She didn't know how he cared for Abigail. For all she knew, he still went out and partied every night, he was still living the same life he had back in New Jersey. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. Gavin hardly ever goes out, all he does is work. And when he works, all the money he makes is first spent of essentials for Abby, and then the extra is either put into his savings or spent towards something he wanted to get for himself. Gavin sure as Hell still did cocaine. But he made sure Abigail wasn't in the room, and that he did it on days when his mom told him he could have the day to himself and she would watch her. He drank only at parties, and only slept with girls on those nights, but not at the house. He took them to the hotel. He was careful. He didn't want to screw up Abigail's life. Gavin knew better than to be a horrible father. After Justin convinced him to take on this parenting job, he knew he had to do it, and do so seriously. Gavin knew he had already lost Justin's respect, and figured the only way to truly gain it back was to keep his word and care for Abigail. Otherwise, Justin would hate him forever. She probably thought he was a horrible father. She probably thought he pushed her off onto his mother, left the responsibility up to her. But she should have known that if he accepted this, he was doing it because it meant something to him, and never would he break his promise to her that he would take brilliant care of their daughter. After all, Abigail was as much a part of him as she was a part of her.
He went back to his post, he started to finish what he started on the computer before he had walked away, but at her next question, he just gave up. He looked over the desk at her, and a hurt expression was played out on his face, along with his tearing eyes. Was she serious? "Adrianna -- seriously? I would never break that promise," he said, not really answering her question, but she should have known better than to question his promise. "Yes... of course," he said abrasively, shaking his head at her once more as he sighed heavily. He didn't want to answer the rest of her questions. Why should he? What did he matter to her anymore? "I'm being the best father that I can be for her, Adrianna. I'm seventeen, what more do you want from me!?" Gavin whispered harshly at her, stepping to the side of his computer and cracking open his water bottle again, drinking from it briefly before capping it once more.
"What do you care, anyways? You left her to me. You gave me your word that you trusted me with her. And she's done fine. She's growing up to be a beautiful, intelligent little girl, and no offense, but it's all thanks to me and my family. When you gave her to me, she has become mine. I did this, Adri, this is all on me. I raised her, threw away my life for her... for you. I just hope you know what you're doing here," he finished, punching a few more things into the computer before sighing heavily. He knew he probably sounded like the old Gavin, the one she knew and hated, the one that everyone in Jersey knew and all the Jersey girls threw themselves at. And he thought it better to be that way. There was no use in being the sad and dramatic Gavin he sometimes found himself becoming.
He never wanted to cry. Gavin was not much one for emotions, so you could imagine how crying felt for him. But for the past two years he felt like that was all he was doing. He cried all the time. Sometimes, he cried for a week street. It was nuts, because he always had this super strong facade up that showed him as your typical bad ass, like Danny Zucco in Grease, or like John Bender from the Breakfast Club. He was your regular day, emotionless, smug asshole. And personally, he would not have it any other way. Sure, he knew his life would be better without all the endless partying, the alcoholism, and the cocaine addiction. But really, he didn't care. He knew he was a screw up, but that was decided for him from the start. It was decided long before even Oliver was born. This family, the Malone's... they were all screwed up from birth. From before birth. And it was no ones fault but their fathers, if they were going to point fingers and play the blame game. He would rather not, but Gavin often caught himself doing it, anyways. But to have Adrianna walk in here, and act surprised when he was just trying to do his job made him furious. It made him want to point fingers, made him want to play the blame game. But to what extent? What good would that do him now? It would literally do nothing for him. It won't change the fact that he turned down Julliard, it won't change the fact that he has no social life, that he's stuck working at the hotel overnight, and it certainly does not change his family moving to Vegas and him having a two year old daughter. So why bother?
She didn't know how he cared for Abigail. For all she knew, he still went out and partied every night, he was still living the same life he had back in New Jersey. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. Gavin hardly ever goes out, all he does is work. And when he works, all the money he makes is first spent of essentials for Abby, and then the extra is either put into his savings or spent towards something he wanted to get for himself. Gavin sure as Hell still did cocaine. But he made sure Abigail wasn't in the room, and that he did it on days when his mom told him he could have the day to himself and she would watch her. He drank only at parties, and only slept with girls on those nights, but not at the house. He took them to the hotel. He was careful. He didn't want to screw up Abigail's life. Gavin knew better than to be a horrible father. After Justin convinced him to take on this parenting job, he knew he had to do it, and do so seriously. Gavin knew he had already lost Justin's respect, and figured the only way to truly gain it back was to keep his word and care for Abigail. Otherwise, Justin would hate him forever. She probably thought he was a horrible father. She probably thought he pushed her off onto his mother, left the responsibility up to her. But she should have known that if he accepted this, he was doing it because it meant something to him, and never would he break his promise to her that he would take brilliant care of their daughter. After all, Abigail was as much a part of him as she was a part of her.
He went back to his post, he started to finish what he started on the computer before he had walked away, but at her next question, he just gave up. He looked over the desk at her, and a hurt expression was played out on his face, along with his tearing eyes. Was she serious? "Adrianna -- seriously? I would never break that promise," he said, not really answering her question, but she should have known better than to question his promise. "Yes... of course," he said abrasively, shaking his head at her once more as he sighed heavily. He didn't want to answer the rest of her questions. Why should he? What did he matter to her anymore? "I'm being the best father that I can be for her, Adrianna. I'm seventeen, what more do you want from me!?" Gavin whispered harshly at her, stepping to the side of his computer and cracking open his water bottle again, drinking from it briefly before capping it once more.
"What do you care, anyways? You left her to me. You gave me your word that you trusted me with her. And she's done fine. She's growing up to be a beautiful, intelligent little girl, and no offense, but it's all thanks to me and my family. When you gave her to me, she has become mine. I did this, Adri, this is all on me. I raised her, threw away my life for her... for you. I just hope you know what you're doing here," he finished, punching a few more things into the computer before sighing heavily. He knew he probably sounded like the old Gavin, the one she knew and hated, the one that everyone in Jersey knew and all the Jersey girls threw themselves at. And he thought it better to be that way. There was no use in being the sad and dramatic Gavin he sometimes found himself becoming.
