Post by luca damien beckett on Aug 29, 2013 17:39:21 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] LUCA D. BECKETT 26 | HETEROSEXUAL | STREET FIGHTER/TATTOO ARTIST | LOCAL | RAFAEL LAZZINI THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. "Morning to you too, lovely." The tall, tattooed male nodded slightly in her direction before sliding very smoothly into the seat he assumed to be his for the duration of the interview. He leaned forward, with his hands steepled together in front of his mouth as he eyed her for a moment. His expression, as usual, gave nothing away. Luca was always so good at keeping his expressions smooth and unreadable. This woman here seemed like the type to think she could find a crack in any mask, but he was very positive in his ability to handle her... sass. "You have a name?" "Of course. Luca Damien Beckett at your service, ma'am." He purred with a sly smile in place. He always seemed to find flustering people or making them uncomfortable terribly amusing. The lovely lady seated across from him dressed in a women's power suit hardly appeared to be all that impressed with his games, but just as she was with him, he was determined to break her. WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. After sliding back coolly in his chair, Luca smiled and waved his hand in a nonchalant sort of gesture. Dates weren't exactly his cup of tea. Wining and dining women had never been his specialty, but it wasn't as if he needed to anyway. Women were so easily charmed when they had Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome purring sweet nothings into their ear. Which was something he did relatively often because that was the most effort they were going to get out of him. Luca was shameless in his advances towards women. Confidence was a key component in winning a woman over, but intimidation usually had the same sort of effect. Women were always drawn to the dangerous unknown, which was everything he was. Quiet and mysterious. Never revealing much about himself except maybe his first name. "Why? Are you starting to feel a little uncomfortable darling?" He shifted forward then, bringing himself dangerously close to her desk to the point where he could see the scribbles on multiple pieces of paper and just a glimpse of one of the pictures on her desk. But his eyes stayed trained on her face, taking in all of her delicately aged features. "You certainly look it. Why so nervous?" She shifted away from him, clearly not okay with his hovering closeness. Wasn't as if she was really his type anyway. Too uptight for his liking. There would be too much baggage after a lay with her. He was certain of it. Luca usually went for the insecure women. The ones who only wanted to be loved for just a moment because he could give that to them and leave them the morning after to either feel amazing or more lonely than they had the night before they had met him. Typically he tried to stay within his own age group, but there was one particular female he was currently having an affair with that wasn't even out of her teenage years. Didn't bother him though. Luca was amused by her and therefore kept her around, loving her at the best and worst of times just because he could. "I was engaged once though, to answer your question. Needless to say, that didn't work out." He shrugged, clearly disinterested in that specific little tale but figuring he might as well give her something worth noting down on that notepad of hers. He had proposed to his girlfriend of a couple years after she had found out she was pregnant. Seemed like the logical thing to do at the time, but then he got some troubling news that complicated things and he packed his bags. Perhaps not the smartest of choices he has ever made, but Luca didn't quite think he regretted his decision to leave. "She's the mother of my two year old son." He added at long last, finally sitting back in his seat. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? "Whatever? Are you sure you're even qualified for this occupation? Your poor vocabulary is astounding." Clearly Luca wasn't a man of wealth. His clothes were tattered and had seen better days. His hands were dirty and his hair quite unkempt. The only thing really worth noting about him was his vast collection of tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves and collar of his shirt. However, despite his lower class status, Luca was anything but an idiot. He was fairly bright for a man in his position and he played it off very well. He used his words in a fluid, charming sort of manner without putting too much emotion behind them because he was, on the whole, a very detached kind of person. What sort of qualities did he look for in people? The answer to that one was simple. "I don't." He commented dismissively, as if there was nothing else to add. Luca was disinterested in the whole human population. Allowing himself to form any sort of real bond with people was nearly impossible because he didn't see the point in it. Luca was a man of solitude. He would rather be alone than to surround himself with a group of people who were supposed to be his 'friends'. At any moment he could lose any one of them and it hardly seemed the effort. Luca was not a people person. The only time he ever put any sort of effort into conversing with someone else was when he was feeling horny and drunk or he needed something like money or a favor. It was easy to fool people into think he was their friend because he could play nice, but the friendship was never solid on his end. "I am, however, more liable to tolerate women than I am men." Simply because too much testosterone and bravado usually ended badly. Luca had himself quite a temper and though he wasn't against the idea of pushing a woman around, he would never actually hit her like he would a man. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? "Miss America, huh. Pretty sure I'm the wrong gender for that title. You could check if you wanted though. Just to be sure that I am indeed a male." He leaned back and locked his hands behind his head, completely exposing himself so that she could indeed come and check if she wanted. He wouldn't be opposed to it. Not really. She might not be his type, but he had always been curious about what it might be like to have a little fun in an office. Unfortunately he didn't know very many women who worked in their own little enclosed offices like this one and so he had yet to live out that particular fantasy. "But going back to the question, no, I don't volunteer for anything." Community service wasn't really his thing. Well, he was just assuming that it wasn't because he had never tried it nor did he really plan on trying it. The most you would ever catch him do anything for the public was when he was working on cars or entertaining crowds of people with gambling problems by slamming his fist into the face and body of his opponent in a makeshift boxing rink. "For fun I guess I like to go to bars, drink, have sex, get into fights. Pretty much everything you might assume someone like myself would enjoy doing." He shrugged some. There weren't very many things that he had any real interest in doing. Yes, he liked drinking, sleeping around, and fighting because it was something to do and there was a certain thrill that came along with being such a little rebel, but he was perfectly content with also just doing nothing at all. Just laying in his small apartment with a beer and maybe a book if he suddenly felt the desire to broaden his literary horizons. Other than that, there wasn't much that really interested him ever. He was only ever mildly intrigued with things. "Guess I like getting tattoos too. Have myself a bit of a collection going. But so far as hobbies and passions and dedications go, I have none. Except maybe pissing people off." YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? Luca stretched out his legs before him. Clearly he was a little too tall for this small little chair and he was growing continuously uncomfortable and frustrated with it. Luckily he had these darling questions to keep his mind preoccupied before he ended up just rising from his seat and leaving. Wasn't as if anyone could really keep him here to finish the interview anyway. "Well, let's see... I'm originally from Chicago. My parents were nearly bums. They had jobs, but jobs with extremely low incomes and therefore I was raised in a pretty shitty neighborhood. Lots of crime and gangs and rivalry. Pretty dangerous, let me tell you." Walking around the streets of his old neighborhood by yourself had never been a good idea. His parents had started off driving him from home to school and then back again, but once he was around seven, apparently he was deemed old enough to take care of himself. Apparently he was big enough to brave the streets alone. Back then, he had still only been a boy so yes, he had been pretty frightened to go out there alone with all those scary looking men eyeing him speculatively. The kids at school had been pretty rough too. There were always bullies out there who were trying to make themselves feel better by talking down someone else. Luca had endured that for a while until eventually he got into his first fight. That's when a switch had been flipped off in his head and he learned very quickly that if he wanted to get people to leave him the fuck alone that he was going to have to do it by intimidation. Granted, he hadn't been such a good fighter at the age of eight and had his ass handed to him a handful of times, but with failure came knowledge and he learned from his mistakes. Each fight he got better, more thoughtful with his moves and punches. Wasn't long before people realized it was best to just not fuck with him. At least the kids within his age group. The ones older than him were still more than capable of of pinning him flat on his back. "I wasn't always a bad kid, but that time seems so far away now that it very well could have just been a dream I had a while ago. Since the sixth or seventh grade I've just been awful. A troublemaker from the start. But that's what you had to be when you were someone in my position. If you were the dirty poor, quiet pushover in the shitty streets of Chicago, you were pretty much fucked. So I adapted in order to survive I guess." He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. Had he been given the chance to maybe have things panned out a little differently, he probably would have taken it. Luca didn't necessarily enjoy the person he had been forced to become and yeah, maybe he would have liked to have things a little easier while growing up, but there was no changing it and so no point on dwelling on it or blaming his parents or any of the usual bullshit teenagers were always complaining about these days. Sometimes you just had to deal with the hand you were dealt and that's exactly what Luca had done. He sucked it up and became the person he was today because he wouldn't have survived any other way. But in becoming the person he needed to be in order to survive, Luca had become something of a detached loner. He had thoroughly convinced himself that he had no feelings and cared for no one but himself. Perhaps maybe his parents held a soft spot in his heart, but other than that he had no friends. Throughout school he kept to himself and hardly spoke another word to anyone else. The only time he was speaking was when he was charming one of the girls in his class, enticing her over to the dark side, when he was intentionally pissing someone off, or when he was arranging a fight. From an early age, around eighteen, Luca had started to make a living off of his fighting talents. Underground fights were his thing undoubtedly. He was exceptionally good at it and usually ended being the one still standing. The man had a talent with his fists, but also his hands. Luca picked up another job, a slightly more respectable one, as a mechanic in order to make some cash to help save up for the moment he turned twenty and could move out of Chicago. "In high school I was that quiet, brooding kid in the back of the class. Already had a few tattoos then I think, but I was never a disruption to the actual class. I respected the teachers in a sense because they were doing a damned good job at instructing a bunch of fucking idiots. But outside the class? I was the guy all the sweet little girls wanted and all the guys hated. I worked as a fighter when I turned eighteen, later picking a job as a mechanic to save up more cash. Then once I had enough, I packed up the meager supply of things I had and left. I'm sure you can guess where I ended up." The younger version of himself had hopped on the cheapest and earliest flight out of the city and this was where he ended up. In Brunswick, Maine. He quickly found himself a shitty, yet cheap apartment, then took to finding himself a job. Didn't take him long to get mingled in with the small town gangs and get into the underground fighting scene, but he also picked up an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor and spent a couple years working under a pretty good artist before eventually flourishing into his own artist. Admitted, Luca had only ever thought he would be good sitting under the needle, not the one handling it. But it was a good job and he ended up taking to it very naturally, which was good considering one tattoo can mean a pretty hefty check at the end of the night. "So yeah, I moved here and got an apartment and a job at one of the tattoo places around here. Can't say very many of the locals took a liking to me, but the younger women sure did." A sly grin curled up at the corners of his mouth. Oh yes, the women surely did love him. The new mysterious man on the block who no one knew anything about. Of course he gave the majority of them a taste of what he had to offer, but eventually, just around three years ago, he found a woman who was more than just a roll in the sheets. "Then I met this girl, Anna. She was a beautiful little thing with a fiery personality. She kept me under her thumb while I kept her under mine. We were a toxic couple, sure, and our relationship revolved mostly around sex, but I think there was something more to her. I actually liked her. And a good thing too, because I knocked her up and now we have a two year old son, Adam." He excluded the part where he asked her to marry him only to call it quits a little while later after their son was born because he found or some news that had him withdrawing from everyone completely because he was sure he mentioned it briefly in one of the previous questions. He had only just recently climbed back out of his shell for a certain little rich nineteen year old that had a way of getting under his skin. "Clearly we didn't work out but I still see my son as often I possibly can and I do provide for him in any way possible. I love my son and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking idiot. I work, take care of my son and his mother, and that's the end of the story." THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? Luca cocks an eyebrow, pondering this question a moment before leaning forward and nodded his head. "Sure, I've got a secret." He ran a hand through his hair and then tilted his head to the side to crack his neck. "I've got leukemia. It's in remission right now, but it could come back at any time. Haven't told anyone aside from you and I plan on keeping it that way. If you open that pretty little mouth of yours and tell anyone, I'll be sure to find a way to ensure you can whisper any more secrets for the rest of your miserable life." His eyes suddenly darkened and there was a fierce promise in his threat. Luca was usually only violent towards those of the same gender, but he was not playing around right now. Luca wasn't a respectable man. At least not as a person in general. As a father, he was a little more honorable, but he would not tolerate this bitch dishing out his personal profile to everyone in the town. EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? "It could. I mean, I could drop dead." He shrugged with indifference. Mad no difference to him whether he lived or died. He didn't have much going for him and so he wasn't going to work himself over the fact that he could die at some point in the near future. Luca just embraced it and moved on. Lived life in the moment. IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. Luca shook his head at the question. "No, I don't have any family. I only have myself." He was the sole provider for himself but most of his money went to his son and ex fiance. Wasn't as if he needed much for himself anyway. Just the bare minimum to pay rent, the bills, and buy food. Other than that, he was willing to give every last drop to the family he had abandoned because in all honesty, they meant the world to him even though his actions might suggest differently. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? He got up from his seat, looking threateningly into the woman's eyes before exiting the room. Quietly and respectfully, he closes the door behind him. BEHIND THE MASK LEAH | 16 | EASTERN | >.> | <.< haha. yeah okay >.> |
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