a raised eyebrow, a stifled laugh, but lennox obligingly proffers a hand for the broom. ❝ careful now, ❞ she chides, nose wrinkling at a discarded coke bottle, ( perhaps it’s the athlete in her, but she can’t quite stomach the thought of that much sugar. ) ❝ or they’re not going to tip you. ❞ which is, she has come to realize, the main draw of letting tourists into their sleepy little commune. she’d wondered, really, after a lifetime in a commune far from any sort of attraction. then she’d gotten her first ten euro tip. ❝ if they weren’t slobs, they wouldn’t be tourists. besides, you don’t have to clean up after them. ❞ not that anyone else would, so — but she keeps her private thankfulness just that.
〝 i don’t work? i won’t get any tips from them, in either sense. however, they could use some tips from me... 〞he sighed, gathering a pile of the tourists trash and tossing it into the garbage bag, trailing alongside him. taking on such a tedious task wasn’t something orion ever planned on doing, however, for the aesthetics of bellagio, he was willing to spend free hours keeping the area in pristine condition.〝 i can agree with you on that, however, can’t they keep their slobbish tendencies to themselves? us locals don’t need to be seeing this. 〞
it was a blessing mars’ job never required him to work nights. he was always done before seven and he appreciated that. of course, he had a tendency to linger with those whom he’d stricken a conversation with, but he still got out in a timely manner. wandering out the tour building with a cigarette between his fingers, lighting it quickly, he’s pull his light jacket tighter around him. his stomach was rumbling. for a person’s who job it was to know the ins and the outs of the city, he had no idea where to eat. approaching someone who didn’t seem too lost in their own world, he smiled. “ not to bother, but i’m a bit conflicted. i have no idea what i want to eat. “ he cracks a smile, flicking some ash off his cigarette. “ i’m not really in the mood for italian. “ he chuckles.
arlo had found himself waiting for his son’s playdate to finish and he’d rested himself on a bench where he’d let time pass itself by whilst he relaxed. however, those few moments of bliss were interrupted by the presence of a tall, brunet male and the words which fell from his lips. raising his head, settling his mocha hues on the other as he spoke. 〝 i — uh, as a tourist am not familiarised with this place well enough to be suggesting where to eat... 〞he gave a nervous laugh, bringing himself to his feet.〝 however, i am also working up an appetite and have a little time to waste, would you like to find somewhere to eat with me? 〞
°☆.。AFTER DOMINIC, decided that he wanted to stay longer he had made his way over to ferry jetty, where he decided to ask for a job. knowing that he might as well take up a job now he decided to stay here for over a few months, yet he got rudely declined by someone saying that they were not going to offer him a job for the fact he was a tourist. something he, of course, could understand but he did have to make money one way or another. ‘ are you.. sure that you don’t need a barista or something ?? or someone to help out with flyers or posters for eve- ’ once again interrupted by a loud NO. facial expression of sadness clear on his face. ‘ – alright, alright. i got the hint – ’ yet they continued yelling at him for being rather annoying, stupid and loud while dominic had never raised his voice. ‘ i got it, alright.. ’ going off, to get coffee at the kiosk as he mumbled softly. ‘ tourists get treated like shit here, don’t they ?? it’s weird how quick they lost their damn patience. ’
arlo had a dreadful time attempting to find part-time work around bellagio, he wanted to find a small source of income during his time there to supply food not only for himself but for his son, the person who meant everything to him. overhearing an abundance of shouting, arlo found himself directing towards the source to be greeted by a very infuriated staff member and a disappointed brunet. being thrown back by all the shouting, he merely stood there in shock, slowly readjusting himself as the latter approached him, offering a weak smile, still dazed by what he’d witnessed. 〝 they think we’re hear to cause trouble... i had the same issue, do not worry, hermano. we all experience it...〞
ambling alongside the other, gabe absentmindedly kicked a couple pieces of loose garbage lying in his path. the corners of his lips turned up in a small grin as he snaked his hands so they rested in the pockets of his jacket. “lo siento,” he apologized in his native tongue. “i’d help, but i guess i’m too slobbish to help,” he teased glancing over. while he was meticulous when it came to his own personal spaces, the state of the alley was not one of his concerns. plus, he was finding enjoyment in orion getting so worked up about it.
continuously dropping down to discard of the litter which came in contact with gabe’s feet, orion continued to follow each crouch with an painful sigh. however, when he heard the brunet apologise in native tongue, he couldn’t help but grin, 〝 gabe! you know you don’t fall under that category. you’re one of the only few tourists i can tolerate around here. plus, you have respect! 〞he could have gone on for hours about how gabe was a decent human being but that wouldn’t have ended well, especially on orion’s behalf.
shea’s eyes rolled with intensity. the girl had a very special disdain for some tourists, specifically the one’s that trashed their beautiful streets. “they think just because they have a plane ticket and a room at the palace, they can do whatever they want.” she said with a shake of her head. she bent down and picked up a few crumpled cans and loose papers from the ground. “can i ask why you’re cleaning up?” she asked, throwing the trash she collected in a bag. “do you have to do community service or something.” not a lot of people just cleaned up out of the goodness in their hearts.
〝 boy, isn’t that the truth... they act that they have more rights around here than we do ourselves and we’re the residents! 〞 he shook his head, attempting to flush the anger within him out with faint laughter.〝 how can we teach them not to litter? like is it not common sense for them? 〞he inquired, glancing briefly over at the female. 〝 and no, it’s all out of the good of my heart, i care about this place too much for slobs like them to trash the place like they do... 〞
ALMOND ORBS STARE BLANKLY, only after a few seconds she’s able to speak, praying to remain with class. “even if i wanted to help you, i’d think about it twice … man, you got an attitude, ” arms folded against her chest, a deep sigh leaving her lips, “ not all of us are like that, you know. ”
〝 i wouldn’t call it an attitude... 〞allowing his words to linger, he found his teeth beginning to bury themselves into his inner lip as he watched the brunette alter her stance.〝 anyways, most of you tourists only care about getting beautiful photos and enjoying the delicacies we have to offer, hiding the mess that you also happen to bring on the town. that shit personally hurts me. 〞 finding himself sighing again, he diverted his attention back to the mess and continued on with his tasks.
part of liyah almost felt bad for the other - she had seen firsthand how careless people were with their litter. the other part of her was offended that the other seemed to have an issue with the tourists being there ( a group she was a part of ). her brow quirked at his comment, clenching her jaw at his tone. “well, since i’m such a fucking slob, i’m not sure if i SHOULD help,” she quipped. “maybe if you could ask a bit nicer i’d be more inclined to offer my assistance AND encourage others to actually throw away their shit.”
obviously the anger that had enraged within orion was causing him to speak without prior thought to word choice, causing potential damage between connection of those who he engaged with.〝 oh come on, ‘liyah. you know what i meant by that. 〞accompanying his words with an exaggerated sigh, orion offered a small smile towards the female.〝 please? 〞
“ OH MY . & THEY SAY AMERICANS ARE RUDE . “ the redhead crossed her arms over her chest , obviously a bit offended by the other’s words . “ may i have you know that i have NEVER , EVER made a single mess without cleaning it up myself ?? so i think maybe you should be a little more … cognizant of who you generalize . “
〝 you’re not exactly the nicest of people. 〞he muttered under his breath, avoiding direct eye contact with the redhead as he continued to gather the mass of trash that roamed freely along the streets.〝 oh my god, not only are americans rude but they also seem to be fucking annoying! 〞he snapped, jolting his head to face her once more.
SO ... your least favourite bitch is back with a new muse !! as i said , i am very unreliable and that’s probably why we ain’t plotted yet ... i’d really like to change that so like message me on discord ( [redacted]#9129 ) or like this and i’ll hit you up !! anyways , i hope you enjoy this lil’ intro i have for arlo ... there would be more but mac’s are unreliable, like me, and enjoy to delete your stuff !!
( francisco lachowski, cismale, he/him. ) ⋄ ` ⟡ — arlo valente, who is twenty-six years old, just arrived in bellagio, lombardy all the way from olinda, brazil . he will surely make an impact with how benevolent & jovial he is ––– but also how brazen & loquacious he can be. they’ve apparently come to admire the sights with their son .
so this is my actual ray of sunshine , arlo !! like you cannot meet anyone happier than this guy... he practically emits positive energy and you can’t really help but be relaxed around him ?
he has a lil’ kid called bruno and he’s a literal younger arlo but with 10x the energy ? you’d be convinced he’s on crack ... it’s scary how hyperactive he is ...
as for bruno’s mother, she kind of decided that the family lifestyle wasn’t for her and she kind of moved on pretty fast which hurt arlo a lot ... like imagine having a kid with the woman of your dreams to be told that she didn’t feel the same way ... shit sucked and arlo was left to raise lil’ bruno !!
arlo dealt with the pain for a long time before eventually deciding four to six months later that life was too short to be sad over someone who wasn’t worth your time and that you should just live it to the max ... this is when he decided that he wanted to travel the world with bruno and give the kid a wild experience he could never forget !!
anyways, life in olinda was great for arlo, he got along with everyone and everyone got along with him, it was a mutual relationship with everyone... that’s just how it worked !! that’s as interesting as his time got there... nothing to exactly write home about ?
whilst growing up, arlo experimented with boys and girls, trying to ‘discover’ himself... he soon came to the conclusion that it hadn’t been the genders that he’d been interested in the person themselves... so ya, if you add it up, you’ll soon discover he’s pansexual !
but yea , he kinda revolves his life around bruno and would do anything for the kid like you’ll never see him without bruno... unless he’s drinking then he’ll make a few hours exception...
currently living with nico in an apartment, nico being a man who he also loves to the moon and back ( platonically ) !!
if you see him around , he’ll usually offer a grin and wave unless he has good reason for him not to OR he’s had little sleep and barely making it around so he’s diverting his full attention to staying awake !!
IN CONCLUSION ... he’s a bold and loud ray of sunshine who loves his lil kid to the moon and back ... usually always happy !!
some connections ? : best pal , babysitter for bruno , confidants !! , a fling ?? , potential love interest , mayB bruno’s mom !!! as well as anything you may need !!!
‘ I K N E W we shouldn’t have gone through the alley , ’ muttering mournfully, matt stared at the trash that tourists had thoughtlessly scattered on their streets. while found the thought of tourists coming in to make a mess before leaving annoying, he couldn’t bring himself to build quite enough frustration to start cleaning up the sticky and wet trash. he nudged a can of soda towards orion’s broom to try and appease him. ‘ as much as i love it whenever you go lorax, when do you think we can actually go get lunch ? ’
〝 i’m just doing something helpful for the environment and for the town, matt. you can’t be mad at that? 〞 he sighed, piling the trash together and heaving it into the trash bag. orion believed that if he hadn’t been around to clear the streets, the town would be drowning in trash left by the temporary residents of the town. leaning himself up against the wall to support himself, he brought himself to his feet. 〝 now, lead the way. i won’t leave you starving any longer. 〞
faye could practically see the frustration in the way that orion was moving and questioned whether intervening would drive him to want to cut her head off. she arched an eyebrow, being completely useless as she stood on the sidelines just watching. perhaps it was entertaining to her for him to be attempting to do a fruitless job –– cleaning after the tourists –– or what he tokened ‘slobs’. “you know ? thanks for the offer, but i think i’m content over here.”
orion’s hate for tourists had been settled within him for years, hating every summer when they flooded in and denied the true culture and beauty of bellagio. since he reached his teenage years, he’d taken on the job of cleaning up the mess left behind by those who visited and passed by as he wanted to restore the natural essence which was bellagio.〝 faye, please. it’s not that hard. just grab a broom and sweep it into a pile. don’t be like that. 〞
“Dios mio? So we speak Spanish now? Good to know, I better brush up” Gigi laughs, bending down to help the boy collect emptied bottles and torn up tourist guides. “It’s disgusting what they do to the place, but what can I say? I’m still basically a tourist myself,” she shrugs. She’d been coming to this town since she was little, on family vacations. She never imagined she’d end up living here, but her dream job wasn’t one she could follow.
〝 i’ve been speaking spanish since i was like a tot, i just alternate phrases sometimes for emphasis. you don’t need to learn spanish. especially considering we’re in italy. 〞his tone was bland, turning back towards the mass of litter in need of removing. hauling a load into the trash bag, he let out a long sigh. 〝 well, ‘tourist’, less talking and more doing. 〞he nodded towards the trash, indicating for her to help.
“do you ever just go online shopping and end up buying a bunch of things you’ll never ever use? because i just bought this huge pink sparkling faux fur coat but – when will i ever get a chance to wear something that extra around here? never, i will tell you. i mean, i guess i could, but there are limits even to my level of extra.”
〝 i’m not going to lie but i can’t relate to anything you just said... at all. i have never had the trouble that you’re currently facing. seriously though, what was the need of that? we live in a place that practically bathes itself in warmth, just return it? it just sounds like you’re lacking common sense right now. 〞
shea wasn’t a clumsy girl. she knew her left from her right, she walked without tripping. yet, she was always getting herself hurt. “okay, listen, it’s not as bad as it looks.” she said reassuringly. her wrist looked pretty fucking bad. red and inflamed. the teen slipped her brace back on and tightened the velcro. “it only looks that bad because it happened yesterday.”
〝 if you ask me, it looks pretty bad.〞wincing at the sight of the female’s wrist, orion brought his gaze back up to her, offering a weak smile. 〝 not to be a professional or anything but you have ointment or painkillers for that right? 〞a brow quirked, slender fingers tending to his own wrist, imagining the pain himself.
if we have a conversation on here, i can’t like reply because tumblr sucks and isn’t allowing any messages to show up so if we had a convo going, hit me up on discord with my user, [redacted]#9129 !!
〝 do these tourists have a fucking problem? dios mio... they’re actual slobs. 〞the brunet sighed heavily, muttering profanities under his breath as he continued to sweep the trash that had began to build up along the passages of the town. his mocha hues found their way up to the latter, quirking a brow.〝 a hand would be great right about now, thanks... 〞his frustration that had been pent up by the actions of the travellers had caused his behaviour to be on edge and sour.
