FULL NAME: Isaac Marco La Scala
ALIAS | NICKNAMES: Isa, La Scala, Marco, Sharky
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: August 11th, 1983 | 27
BIRTH | CURRENT LOCAL: Boston, MA | Manhattan, NY
MARITAL STATUS | ORIENTATION: Single | Curious
EDUCATION: Berklee College Of Music - Boston, MA
APPEARANCE: Average height, short dark hair, defined muscle tone, heavily tattooed, usually scruffy.
HEIGHT | WEIGHT: 5'11" | 165lbs.
EYE | HAIR COLOR: Green | Brown
HERITAGE: Italian.
TATTOOS: 222, left forearm. Paw print; Frankie Girl, Right shoulderblade. Pinup girl, left shoulderblade. Upside down Eagle, across torso. 'Tapas' in Sanskrit, left collarbone. Tiger, right arm-inner elbow. 'Mom' with heart, right outer forearm. 'Los Angeles', upper right arm. Shark, right ribs. Flower design, between shoulderblades. Acoustic guitar, left forearm. Dove and Cherry Blossoms, left shoulder. Roman numeral X, left bicep, Cherry Blossoms; feathers; sleeve, left arm. 'Anne' across knuckles.
MISCELLANEOUS: Pizza, singing, crowds, boys, girls, blue slushies, tattoos, beer, cheez-its, the beatles, karaoke, dogs, laughter, guitars, sleeping, equality.



"My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close, hear my thoughts in every note. Make me your radio, turn me up when you feel low, this melody was meant for you, just sing along to my stereo."


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the-lioness:

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she moved from Los Angeles, you’d think an aspiring musician would actually stay in the city of angels and become who she wants to be but her dream was to live in Manhattan.To start up there and maybe even stay there. Becoming a waitress was the only job opening she saw at that place but who cares, that was a start wasn’t it? Seeing all those girls who had a chance to go on stage every night, sing and dance, none of them even knew how lucky they were. But she watched and dreamt a little though she doubted ever having an opportunity.

A young quite attractive man took a seat a few tables away from her and it felt as if he just knew that her glances at those girls on stage weren’t ones of admirations but ones of ambitions. She could feel his eyes on her as she got her orders ready. Once she was done with one table, she walked up to his “Hello, what can I getcha?” she said. Her eyes on him the whole time and up close he was even more attractive and had quite a bit traits that caught her attention, tattoos being a big part of that.

Isaac didn’t know what had gotten into him. When one of his friends called him up to get a few drinks he’d accepted maybe a little too quickly, not thinking of what else his friend could have in mind. So when they pulled up to the front of a burlesque bar a few towns over he knew the night could go one of two ways. Horrible, and he’d be reconsidering his friendship, or he’d be able to enjoy himself tonight which he hoped he’d be doing. Because, honestly, he loved burlesque ladies, but that’s not something you share over a beer with another guy. Unless that guy had a wig and some eyeliner and fishnets on, but that was another night, a different club.

After getting in Isaac took a seat and watched as his friend was quickly lured over by one of the dancers not currently on the stage. He smiled more to himself than anything, It’d be a good night. He took his jacket off since it was cold outside but almost steamy in here with all the lights and people, just in a white t-shirt and black jeans; never one to cover up his tattoos. He quickly found himself with his eyes intent on the stage but once the number was over he whooped loudly, always one to give the girls well earned praise, and finally looked around the room. Bright blonde hair caught his attention even though he didn’t currently have hers, seeing as she looked like she imagining herself on the stage even though there was a serving tray tucked into her elbow.

When the lights dimmed back to normal he saw the girl look like she snapped out of a trance and quickly got back to her job until he found her walking right over to him. It really was going to be a good night if she was going to be his server. He smiled sweetly as she drew closer, fully realizing that he’d like to see her on the stage as much as she’d like to see herself up there. “Just a rum and coke, gorgeous, thanks.” He said in reply. When his drink was put down infront of him he took a sip and looked back up at her, his palm rubbing up and down his forearm as he spoke, something he did without even noticing. “How come you’re not up there on that stage?”

When Scarlet set his drink down she had her mind set on going back to her job, this was her second night in here and getting too sidetracked (more than her day dreaming state earlier) might get her in some trouble. “what?” she said, stopping midway as she was about to turn around and go help out a few other customers but of course his question caught her off guard. “Why would you think I’d like to be up there?” she asked trying to seem as if she wasn’t into that whole deal, as if she wouldn’t want that or even think about it but something told her he just knew the truth, so she stopped her acting and just shrugged, looking down at her shoes for a second then back at him. “I’m new here, they don’t need someone on stage.”

She’d love to just get up there dance and sing, be herself for just once and not that apron wearing girl whom she didn’t even recognize. “Maybe someday.” she mumbled under her breath but it was loud enough to hear.

Another show had started and another girl was up on stage with her glittery clothes and exaggerated make up, Scarlet heard the song start and just wanted to join along and sing, but she simply kept the lyrics running inside her head instead of out loud.

As she turned her attention back toward the stage, the music starting up and spotlight landing on the brunette right dead center, he heard her side comment about maybe being upthere someday and he could see it, picture the light shining off of her platinum hair and giving her an etheral look. He didn’t know of any talents she possessed or her name or anything remotely about her since they’d only met five minutes ago but he still got the feeling that she’d do well up there, not as some waitress.

He heard her humming and couldn’t help but smile since it was the song they were currently starting to play. He knew it as well, it was old, and not many people hummed along to it though, but she was new so she picked things up easily, which always helped on the stage. He thought she was turning to leave and instinct over intellect won out because he suddenly had his hand shooting out to catch her arm so she wouldn’t leave quite yet.

His fingers gently wrapped around his arm, the name Anne splashed across his knuckles even though only a few people knew the meaning behind them and often thought he was a reckless love struck boy at one point but he wasn’t. He was a little tanner than her own creamy skin and the dark ink lines on his skin stuck out against hers drastically but he didn’t think in a bad way. “I think because you’re new you should be up there even more. I’d be here every night to watch you.” He said with a slight bashful expression on his face. It was just the truth.

His move to stop her from leaving didn’t really surprise her but what did this time was his sentence, he’d be there every night, really? A side of her just thought he was being silly, trying to get a girl’s attention but so what if he did? she did like him and his crazy amount of tattoos anyhow. So she turned back around and sat down in the chair near his, putting the tray on the table then folded her arms and leaned against the table, leaving just a little space between them. “You haven’t even heard me sing.” 

Once his fingers weren’t grasping her arm she noticed the tattoo spelling Anne on his knuckles and was slightly disappointed thinking he might have someone in his life “Anne? A girlfriend?” She was being obvious and knew it, but Scarlet had her careless moments when even being obvious didn’t matter, though that rarely happened but right now he intrigued her and she happened to find him attractive, that’s a bad combination at the moment. ”How many tattoos do you have?” she then spilled the question that’s been tossing and turning inside her head also, her eyes never leaving his to do anything besides glance at his skin.

He smiled with every question that came tumbling out of her mouth like she couldn’t stop herself. With a small shrug and looking from the stage back to her he smiled. “I don’t need to. If you think you belong up there then I’m liable to think that too.” As she sat down he raised an eyebrow and grinned conspiratorially. “And even someone with your looks won’t change my mind about that.” His eyes were on here for a long time, those looks of hers he mentioned being very appreciated from across the table. She had already been working for a few hours but that didn’t diminish a thing that he found gorgeous about her.

When she asked about the name across his hand he drew it back quickly to himself, rubbing the palm of his other hand over it. His eyes were looking down at the ink and when they flicked back up to her he seemed a bit distant but smiled it away. “Ah, no, not a girlfriend, don’t worry.” He laughed softly and then tucked his hand away, mimicking her position with his elbows on the table, leaning toward her. He watched her eyes every other second scan his arms and around the collar of his t-shirt where more poked out, it always made people want to know what exactly he had tattooed on him.

"I have a lot of tattoos. Do you have any?" He asked with a smirk, purposefully being vague and redirecting the question. He meant to keep playing along but a man behind the bar caught his attention as he was looking directly at the woman and flailing a little, he could tell he was trying to get her attention by yelling in a whisper to try and not disturb the show. "Scar. Scarlet!" Well now he knew her name. He nodded his head toward the guy and laughed. “I think someone needs you to get back to work, Scarlet.” He grinned and then raised his hand up a little and motioned for ‘one more minute’ to the guy and he’d give her back. “If you keep bringing me drinks tonight I’ll tell you about some of my tattoos.” He grinned, hoping she’d take the bait.

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2 years ago · 6 notes · originally from the-lioness
#iofa

the-lioness:

iofanother:

the-lioness:

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she moved from Los Angeles, you’d think an aspiring musician would actually stay in the city of angels and become who she wants to be but her dream was to live in Manhattan.To start up there and maybe even stay there. Becoming a waitress was the only job opening she saw at that place but who cares, that was a start wasn’t it? Seeing all those girls who had a chance to go on stage every night, sing and dance, none of them even knew how lucky they were. But she watched and dreamt a little though she doubted ever having an opportunity.

A young quite attractive man took a seat a few tables away from her and it felt as if he just knew that her glances at those girls on stage weren’t ones of admirations but ones of ambitions. She could feel his eyes on her as she got her orders ready. Once she was done with one table, she walked up to his “Hello, what can I getcha?” she said. Her eyes on him the whole time and up close he was even more attractive and had quite a bit traits that caught her attention, tattoos being a big part of that.

Isaac didn’t know what had gotten into him. When one of his friends called him up to get a few drinks he’d accepted maybe a little too quickly, not thinking of what else his friend could have in mind. So when they pulled up to the front of a burlesque bar a few towns over he knew the night could go one of two ways. Horrible, and he’d be reconsidering his friendship, or he’d be able to enjoy himself tonight which he hoped he’d be doing. Because, honestly, he loved burlesque ladies, but that’s not something you share over a beer with another guy. Unless that guy had a wig and some eyeliner and fishnets on, but that was another night, a different club.

After getting in Isaac took a seat and watched as his friend was quickly lured over by one of the dancers not currently on the stage. He smiled more to himself than anything, It’d be a good night. He took his jacket off since it was cold outside but almost steamy in here with all the lights and people, just in a white t-shirt and black jeans; never one to cover up his tattoos. He quickly found himself with his eyes intent on the stage but once the number was over he whooped loudly, always one to give the girls well earned praise, and finally looked around the room. Bright blonde hair caught his attention even though he didn’t currently have hers, seeing as she looked like she imagining herself on the stage even though there was a serving tray tucked into her elbow.

When the lights dimmed back to normal he saw the girl look like she snapped out of a trance and quickly got back to her job until he found her walking right over to him. It really was going to be a good night if she was going to be his server. He smiled sweetly as she drew closer, fully realizing that he’d like to see her on the stage as much as she’d like to see herself up there. “Just a rum and coke, gorgeous, thanks.” He said in reply. When his drink was put down infront of him he took a sip and looked back up at her, his palm rubbing up and down his forearm as he spoke, something he did without even noticing. “How come you’re not up there on that stage?”

When Scarlet set his drink down she had her mind set on going back to her job, this was her second night in here and getting too sidetracked (more than her day dreaming state earlier) might get her in some trouble. “what?” she said, stopping midway as she was about to turn around and go help out a few other customers but of course his question caught her off guard. “Why would you think I’d like to be up there?” she asked trying to seem as if she wasn’t into that whole deal, as if she wouldn’t want that or even think about it but something told her he just knew the truth, so she stopped her acting and just shrugged, looking down at her shoes for a second then back at him. “I’m new here, they don’t need someone on stage.”

She’d love to just get up there dance and sing, be herself for just once and not that apron wearing girl whom she didn’t even recognize. “Maybe someday.” she mumbled under her breath but it was loud enough to hear.

Another show had started and another girl was up on stage with her glittery clothes and exaggerated make up, Scarlet heard the song start and just wanted to join along and sing, but she simply kept the lyrics running inside her head instead of out loud.

As she turned her attention back toward the stage, the music starting up and spotlight landing on the brunette right dead center, he heard her side comment about maybe being upthere someday and he could see it, picture the light shining off of her platinum hair and giving her an etheral look. He didn’t know of any talents she possessed or her name or anything remotely about her since they’d only met five minutes ago but he still got the feeling that she’d do well up there, not as some waitress.

He heard her humming and couldn’t help but smile since it was the song they were currently starting to play. He knew it as well, it was old, and not many people hummed along to it though, but she was new so she picked things up easily, which always helped on the stage. He thought she was turning to leave and instinct over intellect won out because he suddenly had his hand shooting out to catch her arm so she wouldn’t leave quite yet.

His fingers gently wrapped around his arm, the name Anne splashed across his knuckles even though only a few people knew the meaning behind them and often though he was a reckless love struck boy at one point but he wasn’t. He was a little tanner than her own creamy skin and the dark ink lines on his skin stuck out against hers drastically but he didn’t think in a bad way. “I think because you’re new you should be up there even more. I’d be here every night to watch you.” He said with a slight bashful expression on his face. It was just the truth.


2 years ago · 6 notes · originally from the-lioness
#iofa

the-lioness:

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she moved from Los Angeles, you’d think an aspiring musician would actually stay in the city of angels and become who she wants to be but her dream was to live in Manhattan.To start up there and maybe even stay there. Becoming a waitress was the only job opening she saw at that place but who cares, that was a start wasn’t it? Seeing all those girls who had a chance to go on stage every night, sing and dance, none of them even knew how lucky they were. But she watched and dreamt a little though she doubted ever having an opportunity.

A young quite attractive man took a seat a few tables away from her and it felt as if he just knew that her glances at those girls on stage weren’t ones of admirations but ones of ambitions. She could feel his eyes on her as she got her orders ready. Once she was done with one table, she walked up to his “Hello, what can I getcha?” she said. Her eyes on him the whole time and up close he was even more attractive and had quite a bit traits that caught her attention, tattoos being a big part of that.

Isaac didn’t know what had gotten into him. When one of his friends called him up to get a few drinks he’d accepted maybe a little too quickly, not thinking of what else his friend could have in mind. So when they pulled up to the front of a burlesque bar a few towns over he knew the night could go one of two ways. Horrible, and he’d be reconsidering his friendship, or he’d be able to enjoy himself tonight which he hoped he’d be doing. Because, honestly, he loved burlesque ladies, but that’s not something you share over a beer with another guy. Unless that guy had a wig and some eyeliner and fishnets on, but that was another night, a different club.

After getting in Isaac took a seat and watched as his friend was quickly lured over by one of the dancers not currently on the stage. He smiled more to himself than anything, It’d be a good night. He took his jacket off since it was cold outside but almost steamy in here with all the lights and people, just in a white t-shirt and black jeans; never one to cover up his tattoos. He quickly found himself with his eyes intent on the stage but once the number was over he whooped loudly, always one to give the girls well earned praise, and finally looked around the room. Bright blonde hair caught his attention even though he didn’t currently have hers, seeing as she looked like she imagining herself on the stage even though there was a serving tray tucked into her elbow.

When the lights dimmed back to normal he saw the girl look like she snapped out of a trance and quickly got back to her job until he found her walking right over to him. It really was going to be a good night if she was going to be his server. He smiled sweetly as she drew closer, fully realizing that he’d like to see her on the stage as much as she’d like to see herself up there. “Just a rum and coke, gorgeous, thanks.” He said in reply. When his drink was put down infront of him he took a sip and looked back up at her, his palm rubbing up and down his forearm as he spoke, something he did without even noticing. “How come you’re not up there on that stage?”


2 years ago · 6 notes · originally from the-lioness
#iofa


2 years ago · 1 note · originally from the-lioness
#mosaic #adam levine #maroon 5

hellopoetry:

Puppet Show

by Anthony Jarell Alexander

You have the right to love 
and be loved as well. 
The right to, not just break but, shatter from your shell.
Run free, run proud 
sing to me and sing it loud. 

Read the rest of Puppet Show by Anthony Jarell Alexander


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#poetry #poems #poem

Anonymous whispered, "you turn me on SO badly >.> <.<"


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