NAME : anthony giacomo borsi | GOES BY : ant, borsi | GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis man ( he / him ) | D.O.B. : june 30th ( 25 ) | FACECLAIM : antonio cipriano
known to be LOYAL, CHARISMATIC, and SENTIMENTAL, but also WORRIED, ADDICTIVE, SELF-SACRIFICING, IMPULSIVE, and STUCK, they have been in intercept FOR 6 YEARS, currently working as a GAME OPERATOR at astroland, and a CASHIER at fuel me up.
Ant grew up an only child to Anthony and Mariam Borsi. While his mother stayed at home, his father was almost always gone, busy working as a pilot. Despite being out of the house most of the time, typically picking up extra flights, Anthony Sr.’s career affected them in more ways than his absence. First they’d had to leave New Jersey when a better job came up in Florida. Florida came and went before being replaced by Ohio. Fortunate enough, Ohio lasted long enough for Ant to really settle in— only it couldn’t be that easy because then tail end of junior year, they were packing up again, this time for Roswell, New Mexico.
Suicide TW. Ohio wasn’t exactly the most exciting place to grow up, especially in the suburbs, but it worked well for Ant because he had Kevin. It’s funny how something as simple as a fifth grade class seating chart could be the catalyst for two boys becoming best friends. Together they were classmates, near neighbors, and ultimately teammates. Baseball was one of the biggest bonds they shared— two Mets fans in Cincinnati Reds territory. They both were good, though Kevin was always better; that fastball of his was the whole reason scouts were even watching their games. Then the move happened. But that didn’t change the end goal— Wichita State, playing for Gene Stephenson. When Kev got the scholarship offer and Ant got his acceptance, determined to make it as a walk-on, it all seemed like it was going to work out. But then Kevin got injured. Not sidelined-for-a-month injured, but career-over injured. Kevin did a damn good job at putting on a tough face but Ant knew it cut deep. He just wished he’d realized how deep before it was too late. (TW) Anthony had just gotten back from winter break when he got the call: Kev was gone. Losing his dream had been too shattering, he guessed. Ant could only piece one and two together; there hadn’t been a note. Ant wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.
Ultimately, Anthony couldn’t stand college after what happened, couldn’t be in that dorm, couldn’t set foot in the diamond. He came back to Roswell— quickly moving to Intercept on his own— and returned to his old job at Astroland as a games operator. The lights, the noise, the chatter of a crowd were good ways to fill in the silence. And having to put on a happy face for a living helped to make all the “I’m fine’s” feel real. After a couple months, it was clear Ant couldn’t pull off solo-living on Astroland money alone so he picked up a part-time job at Fuel Me Up as a cashier, a similar type of front-facing, charm-the-customer type of role. The easy access to the slushie machine was a definite perk.
In general, Anthony is stuck. He’d caught between childhood and what’s supposed to be adulthood. Yes, he has his own place (albeit, it is a shack), and he pays his bills, but Ant’s comfortable with where he’s at and what he’s doing. There’s no desire for better. He’s good filling the jovial role, getting you to laugh, or convincing a group to sneak onto the roof of the town hall to watch the stars as he hands out a six-pack of Modelo’s he made sure to grab before his end-of-shift. If you look closely though, he’s rarely the first one to leave. In fact, he’s usually the last. Ant struggles a lot with the idea of leaving anyone behind, even if it is just the remnants of a party or a terrible shift at work.
Extras.
Pets: Ted (cat, 3-4 years old)
Headcanons:
Ant bought Kevin’s car after he passed. A brown 1983 AMC Eagle. They had so many memories in that car, the last thing Ant wanted was to see it sit in a garage or, worse, get sent to the junkyard. So at the funeral, he asked Mrs. Wagner and then the next day he started the near 1400 mile trip back.
Ant was taking the trash out at Fuel Me Up when he’d heard rustling and then a meow. From behind some fallen garbage and beneath the dumpster emerged a black cat. Ant thought they looked like a Ted and the name stuck even when people told him she was a girl. Ted was Ted. And she became Ant’s number one the second he tucked her into his sweatshirt and brought her home.
Tries to befriend the racoons but has not had the same luck as with Ted.
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