prince, matthew shiloh

[matthew shiloh prince]

matthew shiloh prince

^{I GOT THE MAGIC IN ME, EVERYTIME I TOUCH THAT TRACK, IT TURNS INTO GOLD, EVERYBODY KNOWS I GOT THE MAGIC IN ME, WHEN I HIT THE FLOOR, THE GIRLS COME SNAPPIN'.}

^{you should know by now that my name is matthew shiloh prince, but please call me matthew, matt, matty. i like them much better! although my fake i.d. says differently, i'm really eighteen years old. cool, huh? i guess i could be classified as a resident, but i prefer not to be labeled. i grew up in the beautiful city of manhattan, new york, but i certainly like this town much more! want to know how i act? two words can sum me up: stubborn and arrogant. yeah, i'm pretty amazing, aren't i? some say i look just like taylor lautner, though i can't see it! jealous? i know.}

<sup>Matthew Prince was born in Manhattan, New York and was taken to Nova Scotia, where he lives now, by his mother. His father had left them both when he was born, which was sad. He had never really met his father - his father didn't even hold him. Despite never meeting his father, Matthew hates him to this day. Everyday his mother struggles for money to feed both her and her son, and help pay the rent alongside her son. Matthew works to help her out, so she isn't always so worn out. It wasn't as easy now as it was when he was younger. His mother, Jane, has always had difficulty with taking care of Matthew and finding someone to watch him.

When Matthew turned thirteen, though, he was automatically independent, and read to help his mother by working a job. At the time she didn't expect it or want it, cause he was still so young, but he did it anyway. If it weren't for Matthew, he didn't - or didn't even want to think about where they would be. Jane and Matthew live in a promising apartment in Halifax, Nova Scotia and it is indefinitely less expensive than it would have been if Matthew's mother decided to stay in Manhattan instead of move. Matthew doesn't plan on leaving his mother alone in her apartment anytime soon, forgetting the fact that he needs a life for himself too. The only reason that she is struggling, he realizes, is because she's trying to help him out. Nevertheless, Matthew still stays with his mom until he feels its the right time to leave.</sup>

^{now i can establish the basics about me. my name is vanessa and i'm currently fifteen years old. i've been roleplaying for three years, but i'm a professional already. you should probably know that i live in the eastern timezone, in case you need to know when i will be on. if you need to contact me, you can do so on MSN, PM. be sure to plot with me soon!}

<sup>He was late. Tony was late. The first grand opening of his fathers' restaurant was very important, and he wanted Tony to be there... And he was late. This reminded him of the grand opening when he was younger, in Italy. Except for the part that he didn't have his permit at the time, and wasn't allowed to drive to work. He was actually taken there. Sometimes he liked it better that way. It was easier with less responsibilities, he realized.

You see, Antonio was the bartender at his fathers restaurant. He didn't exactly serve all kinds of alcohol, considering this was a family restaurant and they didn't have anything but wine, so he served drinks, and they sold the wine by the bottle. They made their own wine every summer with their father, Sergio. Antonio loved doing it but it took ages and he really isn't that impatient. Tony slowly came to a stop in his parking spot in the back of the restaurant and got out, walking through the door casually, hands in pockets.

Oh boy was his father going to have it in for him. "Dio mi aiuto." He whispered to himself when he saw his brother getting all the drinks by himself. His father was no where to be seen, meaning he was in the kitchen. He was just relieved that no one had seen him just yet and people were enjoying their first day here. Success might not have been in the name Valentino but they sure did get a lot of it.

Antonio situated himself on the stool behind the bar and tied on his apron that he had to wear and tapped his fingers against the counter, waiting for his brother to give him an order. He could just pretend he was... fixing the soda machine or something before they opened and happened to not... tell his father. Yep. He could do that. He probably wouldn't succeed though. Yep, he was fucked. He totally wasn't getting paid this week.</sup>