Haven't You Heard What Becomes Of Curious Minds?

❝ — ✧° you hardly even notice, when I try to show you this song is meant to keep you doin' what YOU'RE supposed to. wakin' up too early, maybe we could SLEEP IN. there's no need to go outside. ❞

[lcganmcrriscn-deactivated201712]

Logan had been out walking in the park just enjoying his morning. He didn’t want to be bothered this morning with his business. He was enjoying the morning breeze when he got the feeling he was being followed. He glanced and saw a pretty brunette following around him. She looked harmless so he decided to let her follow. 

Who was she? What was she doing? He decided to confront her because he was bored anyway and thought maybe she was interesting. He moved and hid behind the tree waiting on her to walk by. As she walked by he called out to her “if you want to follow me, you could at least let me buy you a drink.”

[ge0withcare]

Geonna had been in a trance, finally, brought on by the ability to write coherently. F I N A L L Y. That was why she hadn’t noticed that her muse had gone missing -- well, not until his voice punched all of the air out of her petite frame. The girl was certain that she cleared a few inches in shock. Her hand would have moved to her heart and apologized if she had the courage to admit that she was, in fact, following him. Instead, her arms folded into one another as she scoffed, trying to play it cool...which was not her strong-suit. “Me? Oh, no, I was just...walking. Writing. Breathing fresh air. I did not notice you...?” Maybe it would have sounded more believable if she didn’t question herself. Or if her cheeks weren’t growing warmer every passing second under pressure. 

Was she opposed to the drink, though? No. Coffee sounded good, but if he meant alcohol at a later time in the day, well, that sounded better, but as her still widened blue hues observed him, she knew she wasn’t equipped for his company. The toolbox of vernacular life had supplied her wasn’t relevant to his lifestyle, or what she assumed it to be. She was a regular ‘ol writer ( aspiring ) that fell into step with the rhythm of whatever town she was in. Geonna couldn’t bring anything to his table besides a good lasagna and boring tales. So she simply waved her hand and tucked her journal under her other arm. “No, no, you do not have to do that. I’m sure you have other things to do, other...obligations?” As she swallowed hard at the thought of how risque those obligations may be, it became more and more clear that playing it cool was definitely not going to happen here.

[ge0withcare]

Inspiration seemed to be a fickle thing, picky even. Where it blessed many with ground-breaking material, it surpassed Geonna completely. It didn’t matter if she drug herself out from under the piles of blankets and crawled to her favorite bench that sat in the middle of the quaint town -- she could not bring the pen to her paper with an idea that sounded more complex than something a fifth grader would serve their teacher in a rush to get out to recess. Hum, The capped end of her pen tapped along her pink lips as her legs folded up into the chair, eager to drift off until she heard the sound of an engine that had become very familiar to her. Geonna’s blue orbs scanned the man - the man she didn’t know, yet felt intrigued by. He was far from Roman. Rougher. Rugged. Wider physique. “Cristo,” she muttered, realizing her teeth had been biting down on the cap as interest built inside of her. Bare fingertips flipped through the pages until she found the back of her notebook, where she often found herself writing about who she envisioned this man to be. Hitman? Stunt-double? Modern-model? Fugitive? The only thing she knew was that he was her inspiration. So her feet touched down to the ground as she tried to remain inconspicuous in trailing him by foot. Would he get coffee? Meet up with a friend for an early breakfast? Handle some sort of action-packed ‘business’? Geonna knew she probably shouldn’t be following this man -- it was, as the Americans call it, stalking, non? -- but he had a pull on her writing. So she tucked her fear away, and began to write as she walked along.

[keanuweston-blog]

Marika was tired and he thought toddlers NEVER got tired. But a full day in the park? Keanu should have known that it was eventually going to come down to this. There were three different bags hung onto one arm while his baby girl was carried by the other, her head slumped on his shoulder. And now Keanu was tired. The single father desperately needed a place to sit. You would think that in a park there would be more places to sit but maybe the taxes they pay don’t go where they’re needed. He approached a occupied by only one person and gestured to the spot where her legs were, furrowing his brows when she began to mutter something not in English. ( He wasn’t a Grade A student, but he knew that much. ) “Okay…” he drawled, unsure of what the fuck she was talking about, but then she offered a seat and he would have dropped his shoulders in a sigh of relief if his daughter wasn’t sound asleep. “Yes, please,” he groaned, not wasting a single second more standing. “I wasn’t sure if you were really going to move. You looked so… comfortable.” 

[ge0withcare]

Geonna liked to think she was different. Unique. She still finger-paints. She kayaks. Occasionally she goes to the mall in workout gear and jogs up the side of the escalator that goes down -- but she isn’t unique. The word in itself is practically useless, especially considering the fact that a majority of Geonna’s interests are shared -- one of which are children. Her eyes widened at the sighting of the sleeping child, and soon fingertips pressed against her lip to silence the otherwise inevitable awwwww. “Of course, I would not keep from sharing with another. Too selfish. I am Italian not French, hm?” A small smirk pulled, delicately, at the corner of her lips. “Cristo, many bags. No need to go to the gym. You are babysitter or she is your sister...or your very own?”

[tfscbastian]

His eyebrow lifted and for a moment he worried if there was going to be a language issue. He had no idea what she was saying at first, but luckily he didn’t have to attempt to sign his way out of an awkward situation. A smile slipped onto his lips as she began speaking. “Ah you don’t need to worry. Dream or not. That was a very..entertaining story. Do you have anymore?” He inquired with a laugh.

[ge0withcare]

She dipped her head for only the slightest moment as relief flooded from her lips in only a handful of words. "You are kind," and her smile mirrored his, even if it were only for a moment before Geonna clicked her tongue with a waggling finger. "Noooooooooo, no no no no, amico mio! What is your American saying? Ummm..." That waggling finger curved through the air to tap her chin as she desperately ran through her favorite, newly acquired cliches. "You do not get-uh, something without a nothing!" And so, Geonna made herself comfortable. Her chin rested in her hands as she awaited him to commence with his own crazy story - and a smile on her face, of course. Optimism was her strong-suit. "Andiamo!"

[jadcd]

    She wasn’t to worried about Geo in the kitchen. There wasn’t much for her to get into or find, even if she did want to snoop. Besides, if people wanted to dig through someones things, they usually went through a medicine cabinet, not a refrigerator. Athena’s fingers danced over the keys slowly, lips kinked up at the sides as the sound brought every ounce of stress from her body out. It was a great way to release nervous energy and insecurities, a little wine and those eighty eight keys. The honey blonde actually laughed, turning on the stool with her glass in her hand to watch the other blonde twirl. “Oh, no, no, no. No celebrity.” The thought alone had her giggling. Maybe one day she had thought about trying to do that whole fame thing, wanted to be known and ave her name out there. But it just seemed lonely now. “You’ll probably meet one or two around here. They film a couple shows here. But me, doll? Just a girl. Sounds like you need a new hotel room.”

[ge0withcare]

Living by means any greater than she currently did seemed out of the question. Geonna always imagined beautiful cities, breathtaking landscapes, watching lovers stroll hand in hand down some of the most stunning sidewalks, atop flower petals and colored leaves in the midst of oblivion because they were simply so infatuated by one another that nothing else mattered. Geonna never imagined her home. It wasn’t important. A bed, fridge, stove-top, shower room, and a desk were all she needed - the necessities. So her head quickly shook as her nose crinkled at the sheer thought of her priorities shifting.”I could not imagine! Bigger the apartment means, a...bigger the rent, non?” Yet, she was amused by the other young woman’s home. If she were one for interiors this would be the epitome of her escape. Chic and comfortable. “Have you met any?” She lowered herself to the floor, legs folding over one another before she took a sip. “Like a Jake Gyllenhaal? OOOOH! Or the Beyonce?” Immediately her left palm outstretched as she sung ( terribly ), “Hold up! They don’t love you like I love you...Slow down! They don’t love you like I love you...Oh I do love that song!”

[jadcd]

Surprised was the only way you could describe Athena’s expression. s the fellow blonde took a seat, small fingers moving along the keys effortlessly. The twenty year old smiled, her own fingers itching to touch the eighty eight black and white keys themselves. However she drank a bit more of her wine, nodded her head at Geo. “In the kitchen, babe. You’re more than welcome to help yourself.” Athena grinned, her fingers gently tapping to the keys, not playing anything really at all but just  wanting the soothing sound to fill her apartment. 

[ge0withcare]

Geonna nodded at the words ‘ help yourself ’. That was music to her ears, such an act of comfort, hospitality from one human being to another. Her hands slipped off of the keys before she made her way to the kitchen, bouncing with joy from nothing more than a lovely day and even lovelier company. Oh! And the wine. Geonna found a glass and wine soon found it’s way into said glass. Two sips were taken before she returned, one to taste the liquid that she was certain she wouldn’t dislike, and another for the pure indulgence of a correct assumption. “This place...” her head tilted back to take in the view as she twirled around to take it all in, “this is your home?” A drawn out whistle slipped between her lips as her eyes finally landed on the other’s.”Mio Dio...This apartment, it is 10 times the size of the hotel room of which I stay...are you some sort of, um, celebrity?

[ge0withcare]

In the war of comfort against proper etiquette, comfort won. That was why Geonna’s petite frame relaxed against the bench, legs outstretched and a sunhat covering her face. Children stared, as did adults with better judgment but she didn’t care. Her days in this small town were long and her ache for excitement was deep -- more importantly, she was lost. Embarrassing, to be lost in a town that paled in comparison to the brilliant cities she spent only fleeting moments in before she was on to the next. A slow breath was expelled from her pink lips as she assumed there was a presence near her. “Mi sono persa,” an admittance that stung less in her native tongue. And although she was sure whomever it was that was beside her wouldn’t catch the reference ( and what a PITY that would be! ), she extended her hand nonetheless. “Thank you very much, delighted, no thank you,” using the other hand to tug the hat down to her stomach in an attempt not to seem as if her father had taught her absolutely N O home training, she purred, “charmed. Care to sit?”

[daddy-luke-cole-deactivated2018]

“Oh, I’m awfully sorry to bother you, but you don’t happen to know where the nearest Walmart is? I’m desperately in need of some essentials, and I can’t seem to find them amongst all the moving materials.”

[ge0withcare]

"Non so dove sia -- I do not know where the Walmart is...is, um, located? Uh, I have not visited one, but it is like a department store of foods, non?"

[jadcd]

    “If you make me spill my wine on the piano, I will murder you.” The blonde states, seated at the sleek piano. Her small fingers wrapped around her glass, sipping the wine with a satisfied hum. That piano was her baby, her pide and joy.

[ge0withcare]

"Non lo faccio, why would any person waste vino?" Desperate fingertips trailed along the elegant instrument as Geonna circled around the piano. “Bellisimo,” she breathed before her hues fell upon the other blonde’s. “Have you anymore...of the wine?” Two hands reached behind her to flatten her skirt before Geonna invited herself to sit on the stool before the piano. Eons, it felt like eons since she had been in front of these. Her once delicate fingers outstretched before tapping along slowly to a familiar yet faded memory of Nino Rota’s La Dolce Vita. “Hm hm hmmm, hm hm hmmm...” quiet hums soon dissolved around her as her mind was reminded of the more important issue at hand. “Vino? Sì?"

[tfscbastian]

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? Ready, Go.”

[ge0withcare]

A light hand fluttered over her heart in embarrassment. "NON POTEVO, non potevo! It is too much embarrassing.” Her words told one story but as her teeth sunk into her lower lip and her shoulders dipped from side to side, her body spoke another. “Okay, so there was this one time where I was very, very drunk and I snuck through a McDonald’s drive-thru for extra sweet and sour sauce...um...boxes? I do not know what you call the container things, you understand, non? --Anyways,” with a small huff and reddening cheeks, she continued on, “I then woke up and realized it was all a dream.” leaning forward slightly to quickly place her hand on the man’s shoulder, her widening blue orbs exhibited her truth. “So no need to call the polizia!”

[ge0withcare]

oh ma gawd becky, look @ her butt read more.

Hi guys! I’m E(xcitedtobehereomgee)lle. Um, just so I dont ramble and scare you away let me tell you about G.

25

Originally from Rome, and her accent and way of speaking is strongly influenced by her Italian heritage still.

Her mother left her family when she was 5, and she chooses to think her mother didn’t love her father instead of coming to terms that she left the entire family - including her.

Her father was the most kind man she had ever known, but he didn’t aspire to leave the monotonous lifestyle of woodworking. Instead, he put both her and her brother to work in hopes that they would take over his business.

Instead, Geonna found her passion in reading, it gave her an escape from her father’s expectations and the motivation to become a travel-writer.

When she was fifteen she learned that her father was diagnosed with cancer, and it became hard to be around him, riding the rollercoaster of his uncertain time of death. Instead, she left for New York to attend NYU and begin her career as a writer.

School was boring, monotonous. More importantly, she had no inspiration. Blank pages stayed just that, so a few years into it she books a flight to Costa Rica.

In Costa Rica she met people far more brave and independent than her. People who truly were the makers of their own destiny while she was dependent on everyone around her. That was when she realized one flight to a beautiful destination wasn’t enough of a catalyst to thrust her into the direction of the person she wanted to be.

Geonna then went home, arriving to the news of an interview for a flight attendant position. She had received the job opportunity shortly after and began to travel the world, tucking away the guilt of not visiting her home.

In her travels, her father passed. She hasn’t seen him since she left for New York, nor has she visited her brother due to the sole reason of having to come to terms with her disappearance, but it’s easier this way. She’s a runner, it’s one of the few skills that she’s confident in. 

F A C T S 

She loves her country more than anything. Anything. 

She cares deeply about the well-being of others, but gets frightened when their relationship gets too deep - aka why she’s never had sex with any of her three past boyfriends

or anyone - but that does not define who she is 

she loves pastel colors but doesn’t wear them nearly as much as she wears dark colors

She’s a flight attendant and thoroughly enjoys her job

Loves to cook - will cook for anyone

She wears her brother’s dogtag beneath her shirt every day.

Hates confrontation, absolutely hates it. 

Loves to drink - She is Italiana, no?

Thinks brownies in a mug are the coolest creation ever. 

idk getting random, BUT i would love to plot with any and everyone honestly. If you want to & have no ideas still like this bc i’ll swing by your inbox with all of mine :3 kk ciao xx

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