Post by joseph eduardo santini II; on Sept 24, 2009 12:03:35 GMT
stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspective
joseph loaded up his shotgun, aiming it at the ring of red, blue and white that was his target. he squinted in the sunlight, the clear lenses of his glasses giving off a sharp glare as he tried to focus on hitting the bullseye. it was a terribly warm day, one of the hottest that joey had ever experienced here at cathdral high. however, he couldn't let that get in the way of his training, he reminded himself, as he wriggled his shoulders, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the warm droplets of sweat trickled from his neck down to the small of his back, making his shirt stick to his skin.
joey lifted his shotgun, pulling the trigger quickly, and a loud, clear gunshot rang through the air, causing a few heads to turn, and he rolled his eyes at the mutterings of distaste that came from some of the other students lips. honestly, it was as if he hadn't been doing this for an hour or so. he thought they might be used to it by now. gunwork was looked down upon in this school, even if it was a registered sport, and it could come in handy in some situations.
for joey, knowing how to use a gun was vital in his life, before, and even moreso after life at cathedral high. you see, joey was the son of a very wealthy mob boss in new york, and when his father was old enough, he would retire, and joey would be the one to take his spot. he didn't mind that he had no say whatsoever in his future, actually, he quite liked having everything planned out for him. but the chances of becoming a professional athlete were slim to none, which bothered him a little. but becoming a mob boss, he could do anything, really. all the money, the drugs, the power. it was all he had ever dreamed of.
finally having enough of the uncomfortable feeling of his sticky clothes, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his long, lean body. he sighed in relief at the cooler temperature, even if it wasn't a huge difference, it felt at least a little better. he contemplated stripping down to his boxers, but he was wearing brightly coloured neon jeans, and he didn't want to deprive the world of how good he looked in them. plus, he was wearing tiny simpsons boxers, and they left little to the imagination.
joey wiped some sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand, and lifted the shotgun again, taking aim and firing, a small smile crossing his features when he hit the smallest ring on the target.
after a few more shots, only missing one or two, he set his gun down, beside the target, and looked around for somewhere to sit. most of the benches were already taken, so he made his way over to one, which was currently being occupied by a few sophomores, and he straightened up to his full height, hoping that he would be able to intimidate them into giving him their seat. sure enough, the kids moved after seeing him approach. they knew who he was, of course. they knew he would easily be able to kick their asses if they didn't do what he said. being a black belt in martial arts came in handy sometimes.
he reclined on the bench, taking up all of the room easily, his long legs stretched over the end of the wooden handle. he took his ipod out of his pocket (with some difficulty, as his jeans were extremely tight,) and popped the earphones in, turning it up full blast, a cheesy song from the 80's playing in his ears. he closed his eyes and basked in the sun, enjoying what little free time he had.
you come along because i love your face ,
and i'll admire your expensive taste
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and i'll admire your expensive taste
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