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May 11 2014, 08:30 PM
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Arturo felt like shit. And that was an understatement at that. He felt like shit that had been run over twice and then thrown at some people like the monkeys do in the zoos sometimes. He knew he looked like it too, pale, with a greenish tinge, since his stomach was rolling like no tomorrow, and he could barely stand. He barely had the sense to pay the right amount to the cabbie, who, thankfully, was one who’d taken him home often, so he knew what to expect, and sympathetically offered his aid as he always did, aid that Art declined, because he didn’t want to be a burden to anyone. That’s how he was. Selfless. He’d given the cabbie extra money as he always did, just to make it up to the poor guy for having to deal with a sick man in the back of his cab, thank goodness he wasn’t contagious or anything, and that he hadn’t puked up his empty stomach in the back.
He groaned to himself as he slumped against the doorway to his place, fumbling with the keys, thankfully not dropping them, and getting himself inside, barely remembering to lock the door once he’d gotten inside, dropped his keys and jacket there in the entryway, and stumbled to the bathroom, everything around him spinning as he felt like a Ping-Pong ball, bouncing off the walls on either side as he stumbled unevenly, barely making it to the bathroom in time to kneel over the toilet and throw up what little was left in his stomach, collapsing to the floor after he’d flushed and cleaned off his mouth.
He was really glad he’d gotten a carpet to lay over the cold wood of the bathroom floor, the thought random as the world dimmed around him, and his eyes fluttered shut, breathing shallow, barely there as he laid on the bathroom floor where he’d fallen. This wasn’t how it usually went, usually he didn’t pass out, he just threw his stomach up a few times, then stumbled up to get a drink, and lay down in bed to sleep for a few days with next to no breaks in sleep. But then…his time was running out.

Apr 5 2014, 05:55 PM
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Arturo smiled to himself as he watched his boys play, yelling encouragements and all but jumping up and down each time they scored a run. He grinned and gave each kid who came back from their turn at bat and their time around a high five and a clap on the back before sending them off to get something small to drink and keep themselves hydrated by not make themselves sick. He eventually had to sit down though, growing out of breath enough to the point where one of his boys, Andy, came over and put a hand on his shoulder. ”Hey, coach, you okay?” He asked, and Art nodded reassuringly, smiling faintly as he leaned back in his chair and took a few deep breaths. ”It’s alright, Andy, just a little tired is all.” He told the boy with a smile, and the young man nodded, brows furrowed slightly, and headed back to his seat, all the team that wasn’t out on the plates torn between watching their beloved coach concernedly, and watching the game.
He drew in a slow breath as he focused on putting on a good face for his kids, wanting them to focus on the game, not on him. So he’d been overdoing it too soon after his latest hospital visit the day before. Oh well. He refused to miss a game. Even when he started getting weaker, started losing the ability to walk on his own among plenty of other things, he’d get himself here, he didn’t care how. He smiled as they scored another run, and then one of his players got a home run, and he forced himself to stand up, moving to the railing of the dugout and giving a loud whoop along with the rest of his boys as he beamed genuinely, grinning and getting just outside the dugout for a high five from each of his kids on all the bases.
It wasn’t much longer after that home run that the game was over, and they’d one. The whole team was cheering on their way back to the locker rooms, and he cleaned up the dugout before joining them, heading into his office and doing what he needed to do right away, before heading out, seeing his boys off, and heading outside of the stadium itself, where a few people were still filing out. He nearly bumped into one of them on the way to his car. ”Le mie scuse, I wasn’t watching where I was going, forgive me.” He told them kindly, smiling as he offered his hand for them to shake. ”My name is Arturo, I’m the coach for the home team here, did you enjoy the game?”

Mar 29 2014, 08:59 PM
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Arturo looked around his apartment, frowning slightly as he thought about what else, if anything, he needed. Well, there were candles set up in the dining room and kitchen, meant as mood lighting as well as their subtle scent calmed him, the table was set for two, and looked quite beautiful, everything was picked up, not that he was a slob anyhow, and the place looked great. All lovely wood and neutral, woodsy colors, intermixed with some gentle reds, blues, and a lot of other colors, mixed so perfectly and so well that it was hard to not like the atmosphere. Especially since the scent of cooking food filled the room. He’d gotten the main course cooking long before everything else, because it was something that took hours to finish cooking in order to cook right, and he wanted everything perfect for when she came over. He was hoping Hazel would enjoy a chance to see how he worked, and if she so wished, to join in. He was always eager to teach someone and share his love of his art.
He’d gotten her text earlier that day, actually, the day before really, that she’d be coming over, and he’d been excited ever since. To be honest, he’d been resting as much as possible, he’d had a hospital visit the day after he’d met Hazel, and he was glad it’d been long enough that he was back on his feet, even if he still did have dark circles under his eyes, and wasn’t up to full energy level yet. That was okay. Work could explain that away and he’d be fine. As he got the last few ingredients out, some of which he had to make for it to be ready to add into the final creation, he heard the buzzer go off at the front of his apartment, and he jogged over, smiling nervously to himself. He wiped his hands on his apron, said apron which he then took off and folded up quickly, buzzing her up and letting her in, before waiting until the knock on his door came, and by then he’d pushed the folded apron into his back pocket and got the door.
The chef smiled warmly, his gaze traveling over her slowly before he stepped aside to let her in. ”It’s good to see you again, bella tesoro. You’re looking lovely as always, and I’m glad you came.” He said honestly, closing the door behind her before offering to take her coat, hanging it up for her should she have one. After that, though, he smiled. ”Would you like something to drink? And, would you like to watch me make our meal, or would you like to help? I don’t mind either way, but I can assure you, it will be more fun when you join in.”

Mar 28 2014, 03:49 PM
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Arturo Luciano ran a hand through his spiky hair, and then smiled wanly, hiding it from his boys as they all bickered and teased each other as they showered and changed after practice. He stood behind his desk and then walked around to leave his office, closing and locking the door behind him, before leaning against the doorframe leading out to the college campus. ”Have a good weekend, ragazzi.” He said to his boys as each of them filed past at some point or another, many clapping him on the shoulder, or giving him a high five as the college kids headed off no doubt for some studying or partying, depending on how they liked their lives. Meanwhile he locked up the locker room and headed to his car, driving to his apartment just outside the city, and turned into the car garage, jogging up to his apartment, and stepping inside.
He sighed happily at the scents of home that filled his house, smelling the apple tart he’d made just a few hours earlier, the sweet, warm scent still filling the place. He showered, changed, and then grabbed his laptop case, heading back out again to get some time in at the local café, because he most often did his blogging there, since he firmly believed in an internet free place of rest, because that meant he could just relax and be disconnected from the international world for a while, and just get the rest his mind so dearly needed these days. And he knew the people who owned the café, they never really did mind whenever he came, which was generally every day, for one reason or another.
He walked in the door and greated the owners of the place, a happy Italian couple, and settled in the booth he’d somewhat come to think of as his booth, settling in and setting his laptop up as the lovely wife came over with a steaming cup of true Italian cappuccino in her hands, along with that pastry he did so love. He smiled and thanked her, before going back to his work, filling out his blog online even as he sipped his drink slowly. For some reason though, the next ding of the door opening caught his attention and he looked up, his eyes warming with curiosity as he smiled, seeing them come towards the group of booths where he was. ”Forgive me for intruding, my friend, but would you like to join me? I always enjoy a bit of company when I’m here.”

Mar 27 2014, 09:25 PM
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<p><span>❝</span> What is your birth name?<p>
Arturo Basilio Luciano.
That's a lot of O's.<p>
Yeah, my parents are full blooded Italian, as am I, so they picked very Italian names.
Were they any specifically chosen names in particular?<p>
Sì, my first came from my father, my middle from my mother's father, and my last, of course, is the family name.
Do you have an accent in real life?<p>
I do, though it has faded some since I've been out in the world, and in the States from college on.
How old are you?<p>
I am twenty-five.
So how long have you been in the states/out of college, then?<p>
I've been out of college for about three years now, and in the states for about seven years.
Tell me about your family.<p>
Well, I have my Mamma, and my Papà, along with my four sisters, and my youngest sibling, a brother.
Do you miss them?<p>
I miss them fiercely, with all my heart, and I send them my love whenever I can, usually by cooking them something, or Skyping them.
What kind of food do you cook for them?<p>
Ah, well, something usually in the shape of a heart, or with hearts on them. Call it...cheesy? Cheesy, but I do enjoy doing so, and they do love getting the pictures, even if they cannot eat it.
What was your childhood like?<p>
My childhood was filled with laughter and happiness. Of course, there wasn't always happiness, but in what family is there total happiness? Find me one. Anyhow, we got along for the most part, and I always did enjoy playing with my siblings, helping them out when I could, doing things for them, but most of all I enjoyed my time with my mother.
What would you do with your mother?<p>
She is the one who cooks in the family, as with most typical Italian families, or any other, but she especially enjoyed doing so, and I inherited that love from her. Sure, I loved sports, loved being outdoors, but nothing could shame the pure joy of making something with my bare hands, and deciding just how things would turn out, if you were to roll it a certain way, or add just a bit more flour, or yeast.
So it's safe to say you enjoy cooking?<p>
Sì, it would be so. I love cooking, and I even went to college to get a minor in it, with a major in management, since I do hope to run my own ristorante one day. I even made a blog, so I suppose that may be where you have seen my name before.
You have a blog?<p>
I do, it's a blog I started in the beginning of my college life, because I needed a way to...blow off steam, and that was my way out. I hadn't thought it'd get so popular so fast, however.
So, tell me a little about yourself?<p>
A little about myself? Ah, alright then, let's see. I enjoy sports, baseball particularly, and I find myself entranced with the martial arts, especially with things such as fencing and other similar activities. I have earned a black belt in karate not too long ago, and I coach one of the local baseball teams for the universities-
So you were a good baseball player in college?<p>
I was, or so I was told. I was asked to attempt to join the major leagues, but that wasn't for me.
Ah, okay, I apologize for interrupting then, do continue.<p>
Ah, no worries, no worries. So as I was saying, I coach in my free time, when I am not blogging, of course, and aside from that, I often visit around and tell my story, help those...fledgling? Fledgling chefs get their feet beneath them in the cooking world, and a few I have tutored have gone on to work for major restaurants, or own a restaurant of their own.
Are you currently seeing someone?<p>
I am not, though I'm just waiting for the right person.
Of course! Have you been in love before? Or have you been in a relationship before?<p>
I have been, when I was younger, still in secondary school. She was what I believed to be the love of my life, at least until I found her in the arms of another after coming back from a trip to universities nearby to see my future options. In not so many words we went our separate ways, and I decided to go overseas for my college education. I've been here since, though my parents have been wishing for me to return home the past couple years.
Why is that, if you don't mind my asking?<p>
Because about three and a half years ago, I found out that I have a rare form of pancreatic cancer. They attempted to operate, but were unsuccessful in removing the entire tumor, and chemotherapy did not do much. What is left has mutated to resist the chemotherapy, and is inoperable, being too closely wound about major veins and arteries.
Oh, wow...have you know how long you're going to live?<p>
Do not be so shy, my friend! I have been told that I have not much longer to live, but I am optimistic! I know that I will enjoy every day as though it were my last, and go through the treatments that are necessary to allow me to enjoy these days of my life. I don't let my cancer ruin my life, and have changed because of it, for the better, truly! I see every day as something special, and therefore behave like it may be my last day, doing as much good as I can. So you see, I'm not afraid, of living this way, rather, I am thankful for the time I have been blessed with. Now, if you'd excuse me, I do wish to continue this, but I have an appointment at the hospital.

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