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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *a head of shaggy black hair moves up and down in a thoughtful nod* Joshua Caliendo. *flashes a grin* At ya service, o' course. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *shrugs* Eh, non importa. Used ta be called Stairway. *suddenly looks a bit tired, and both his ego and common sense half-heartedly wonders if you've ever heard of him before* *was called "Stairway" because his slogan used to be that he was the first step in the stairway to heaven...all a person needed to do was buy his opium...* But no one calls me dat anymore. I like Josh just fine. *laughs* So do a lot o' people. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| *grins* Aw, Gawd, gettin' ta da hard questions now, aren't we? *scratches his head, with a bit more dramatically than neccesary* I'd say 24, but when da hell have I evah been right? | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *shakes his head slightly, and wonders what kind of question that is* I'm shortah den most guys - 'round 5'7", I'd say. Italians ain't dat tall, an' ya don't get any more Italian den me. I'm skinny, too. *his eyes move up, but his head stays still* Uh, an' my hair's black. Real black, not dark brown. *shrugs* An' my eyes are brown. *all in all, Josh looks...compact, with nice features, but nothing outstanding* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *shrugs* I ain't got da best of educations, but I can read an' write just fine. I was born here in Brooklyn. *takes out a his cigarette box and taps out a cigarette* My pop died when I was 'bout 15, so I had ta take care of da family, ya know? *fumbles with getting out a cigarette* So I got a job, an' took care of da family - Mama couldn't do it, an' Lorella an' Damian were just babies. *shrugs again, sticking his cigarette in his mouth* Been doin' dat ever since. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *really needs this job so stops himself from making any wisecracks to that comment* *shrugs* I do what I'm told an' I don't ask questions. *Josh is usually much more charimg, definitely over-competetive, and loves a good joke, but knows when to stop or be killed...and oddly enough, has recently developed a much darker disposition* *his ego is larger than most would like, but really cares for his family and friends* *he tends to be a rather secretive, and therefore also quite paranoid - for good reasons or not, only few people really know* *he has a very quick and hot temper, and although he can usually restrain himself when it comes to insults to himself, he gets very defensive when people insult his loved ones, and has yet to hesitate to kill for his loved ones* *he does have a conscience - he never sold drugs to kids, and he would never hurt a child, but he thinks that adults should know about consequences, so it's their fault if something bad should happen to them* *honestly, without his temper Josh would be a coward, because only his temper drives him to do things that might get him killed - he's usually very set on self-preservation, and is usually more talk than anything else* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| Naw, I ain't evah been caught. *doesn't mention that he might know one or two cops that have a certain addiction* *other than selling drugs, he also is quite the blackmailer* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *nods, and smiles* Both, actually. Dere's Mama, Lorella an' Damian. *tries not to give too much information about his family* *smile turns into a grin* An' dere's Nanetta. *is referring to his daughter* She turned four dis year - smart as a whip, too. As fer friends...Marsden an' I get along well enough. Some of da kids here are real good kids, too. *doesn't actually have very many friends, or at least not any good ones* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| Sh*t, I can do anything, just about. Except muscle. *laughs* I sure as hell ain't that. *grins, because he knows he's pretty small, and has accepted it and adapted to it* An' I'm pretty sure dat dere ain't nobody who'd want an escort who looks like me. I'd say fence would be my best bet. *has always loved that phrase - "best bet"...he loves bets, dares and challenges of all sorts because it brings a certain adreneline to him that comes from competetiveness* *the main drawback to that is that once the adreneline is gone, Josh loses interest* | |
| Anything else? | |
| Naw, I ain't got anythin' else ta say. | |
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