Dante Russo

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Dante Alexander Russo
Nickname: D
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Precognition
Play By: Yuya Tegoshi

Let it F L O W . . .

August 8, 2013
Dante opened the laptop that Jo Jo sent him last christmas and set it on his bed. He searched through the programs that came preinstalled, and opened the video editing software. He frowned at it for a moment before discovering how to record.

"Fuck.. is that it? It is! Okay. Jesus, this is stupid." Dante sat down on the floor, turning the computer to face him. "So, I think I need start keeping some kind of a journal thing, but I can't write to save my life. I'm dys.. lex.. ic.. or whatever. So.. Yeah. Writing sucks, talking is easy. Here we go.

"I've been here for something like two years now, and I've pretty much pissed off everyone I've talked to.. or made them cry." Dante rolled his eyes. "Girls, man. Whatever. The point is that the only friend I have right now is Jo Jo, and he's in Brooklyn. He calls, but it's not really the same. I don't have anyone to really talk to, and there's a lot of stuff spinning around inside my head.

"I mean, aside from the fact that I'm a frikin mutant-- I'm sorry, meta-human. Apparently mutant is offensive or something. I really hate this politically correct crap. Everyone's so afraid of offending somebody. Fuck that. I'm not gonna pretend to be nice just to make fake-ass bitches comfortable. Reality check: people suck. They're selfish, stupid, petty animals who'll do anything to make themselves happy, and screw everybody else.

"We're so involved with our own experience that we can't see beyond ourselves. I'm no better than the rest of the filth crawling around this rock. The only difference is that I can see the future. Oh joy, I get to see the results of my actions before I even make them! Now, if I could just remember everything I see, that'd be great. Mostly I'm just left with a vague sense of.. something. It's kind of like dropping acid, actually. Understand the inner workings of the universe, then forget it immediately! It's seriously starting to fuck with my head-- and I'm not just talking about the headaches. Which suck, by the way. What does a guy have to do to get some weed in this place? I swear, pain killers got nuthin' on premium dro." Dante shook his head. "Don't even get me started on that. I could rant for hours on decriminalization. You wanna get people hooked on opiates? Oh, sure that's fine! You wanna use a substance with no withdrawal and no recorded cases of fatal overdose? Oh, lord in freaking heaven, no!" Dante stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"But really, I need to talk about what happened today. I got a call from Jo Jo, and he's all 'dude you're mom's on the news!' Apparently Rebecca tried to burn down a liquor store. I just.. don't even know what to think about that. She's insane. And I'm not just saying that because she's a terrible person. I think there's something seriously wrong with her brain. I don't know if she was ever diagnosed with anything. We never had any money, so she never saw a doctor in my lifetime, but the woman is seriously disturbed. I still have bad dreams about her. Man, she did some shit to me.." Dante chewed on his bottom lip then shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just say she should never be in charge of children.

"The problem here, is that I still feel guilty about running away. I mean, yeah, apparently Hammel would have found me and taken me away no matter what I decided to do, but still. I just up and left without warning. I can just imagine the shit storm when she realized what happened. Really, it's a good thing I forgot my phone charger, because I'm sure she was trying to call me every five minutes. Jo Jo told me she called his mom to find out where I was. Man, I'm glad those guys like me-- I dunno why they like me, but they do. Jo Jo's mom said she didn't know anything." Dante gave a short laugh. "She's the one who put me on the train! But yeah, according to Jo Jo, Rebecca went extra crazy when I left. I still.. I still feel like it was sort of a shitty move to pull. She'd just lost her job. She was already flippin' out about how we were gonna' get kicked out of our apartment." Dante drew in a deep breath.

"But it was really the only thing to do. I know that. I do. I saw it that night. I had a vision, and I could see everything. Logically I know that running away was the only way to save myself. Staying wouldn't have changed much for her, but getting out changed a whole hell of a lot for me!" Dante covered his face. "God, I don't know why I'm so torn up about it! She was awful! She deserves to be locked up! And I--" He sniffed and turned his face to the ceiling. "God, I don't know what I deserve. I'm a horrible person. I'm even horrible to people I like." He looked toward the computer screen again, drying his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm afraid to get close to anyone else. I'll just drag them down with me. What if I'm just like her? What if I'm just an abusive dick? If I ever found another person I could stand enough to have a relationship with, I'd just beat the shit out of him until he ran away. What if that shit is just genetic?" Dante stared at the computer in silence for a minute before leaning closer to it. "Done talking now," he muttered, "I need a fucking cigarette."


August 15, 2013
Dante leaned over his computer, scowling. It was two in the morning, and he couldn't sleep.

"Hey," he said at the screen once he managed to make it record again, "remember to tell Jo Jo to stop sending me money! His mom works three jobs! There's no way they have money to spare! He can tell me that all he wants, I don't fuckin' believe him! You know what? I'm just gonna do it now."

Dante disappeared from the frame for a second and returned holding an old cell phone to his ear. He sat down on the bed and tapped his fingers impatiently on his knee, waiting for voicemail. "Yo, dumbass, it's D. Stop sending me shit!! I'm fine! Take care of your own damn family! Didn't you tell me two weeks ago that your dad just filed for unemployment? Keep your damn money! I have a bed, and they feed us here! I'M FINE! I'm gonna start sending shit back if you don't knock it the hell off!" Dante hung up and tossed his phone onto the bed with an audible huff. After a moment he looked at his computer again.

"I don't know what goes on in that guy's head. If I need money that bad I can just steal it! And he knows that. I can pick pockets with the best of 'em. Been doin' it since I was nine! I'm the fucking king of thieves! I'll rob you blind before you can frikin' sneeze! Damn I need a cigarette!"

Dante got up and disappeared from the frame again. His footsteps could be heard as he paced back and forth. Shortly his head reentered the frame, upside down from the top right corner, with a cigarette between his lips. "Do you think I can get away with just leaning out the window?" He said around his cigarette. "Aaand you can't answer me, because you're a machine. Whatever, I'm goin' for it."


August 16, 2013
"Apparently, no. I cannot get away with smoking out the window. I'm out a pack of cigarettes. Again. I've had a firm talking to, and I have detention.. for like a month." Dante shook his head, grinning. "I need to scrounge up another pack. I'm gonna be a monster." Dante leaned out of frame to pull an envelope off his desk. He centered again, tapping the envelope against his fingertips. "This is the money Jo Jo sent me. He hasn't called me back. I bet he's pissed at me," Dante laughed.

"While I'm on the topic of money, I have something to bitch about. A society built on currency has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. It's not like there isn't enough food to feed everyone in the country. It's not like we don't have enough space to house everyone in the country. We have the resources, but we can't let anyone have what they need unless they have enough of those little slips of green paper? And at this point, most people don't use cash. Now money is just a number in a computer. It doesn't actually exist! Money is just an abstract concept that keeps people from having what they need to survive! That's sick! If you just stop to think about it for five minutes, you'll come to the conclusion that the people in power are either stupid, or straight-up evil. Or both. I'm leaning toward both right now."

Dante sighed. "Anyway.. I guess I'll go find someone who can buy me cigarettes.. with my stupid money."


August 19, 2013
The room was as dark as Dante could make it in the middle of the day. The lights were off and there was a blanket covering the window. Dante was wearing a hoodie, with the hood pulled low over his face.

"The migraines are coming quicker," he said softly, "when I first started having visions, the headache didn't come until an hour or so after. This time it was pretty immediate. Five minutes at the most." He paused to press his hands against his head. "Jesus, somebody fuckin' kill me," he muttered. "I was gonna try to.. to talk about what I saw before I forget, but I can't.. fuckin'.. words.." Dante was breathing heavily and swaying back and forth as he sat on his bed.

"There was.. shit. Shit! Ow.. I shouldn't yell. Lost it. Can't remember. Just lights and colors now. Dammit. Gonna lie down and try not to puke."

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Van
Age: 23
RP Experience: 10 years (or so)
How did you find us?: Searching through the bowels of teh interwebs.

Show your S K I L L S . . .

Dante settled into the common room and stared at the television. It was on some stupid reality show. Dante glanced around to find the remote in the hand of a guy at the other end of the couch. He sighed quietly. Jesus, how do you watch this garbage? Dante rolled his eyes.

He glanced around the room again to find out how many eyes were glued to the TV. More than one it would seem. Dante turned back to the screen and watched some ghetto chick grab a fistful of another woman's hair.

Cat fight. Lovely.

"Do we have to watch this?" Dante complained, shooting an irritated look at the guy with the remote. "It's completely asinine. I can actually feel my brain cells committing suicide."