<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Howl.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Kenneth "Kenny" Martello<br/>17<br/>Eyes change colors to shades of blues and greens.<br/>Doesn't have long nails. Very short and not smooth nails.<br/>Doesn't have ears pierced.<br/><br/>Kenny walked through the streets. Hands in his pockets. His jeans old and torn in places. Holes in the knees and one by his left ankle. They were a little small on him and outlined his round tight ass. He was willowy and easily could pass as a girl with no chest. It happened. However below the belt he had an inch or two below average lengthed penis. He was often mistaked as a girl by people who just passed him in the street. He was a very feminine fem boy. He ran a hand through his blond strands. He had dirt smudges on his cheeks but was over all very clean. His shirt more like tattered rags that were pressed against his skin for the most part. His green eyes looked at the store whose windows always had televisions in them. These televisions allowed him to see movies he otherwise would not be able to see.<br/><br/>He had no one. No family. No one who cared about him. There was the occasional elderly person who would cut his hair or give him food. Yet over all he was on his own. He fended for himself. His stomach growled but by now he had learned to ignore it. It had been a few days since he had last eaten. As he walked he stopped and saw a poster. It had a picture of that actor he had come to really like and an arrow pointing in the direction of the signing. He currently forgot he owned nothing to have signed. Still...he wanted to go. He wanted to see the man up close and personal. He followed the flyers with the arrows. He couldn't read. He had been only four when his life as a homeless street person began. He had no education even though he was very smart with numbers. Very creative. He often used this creativity to play Houdini when captured by older boys. He also could shimmy up a brick wall quickly.<br/><br/>As he got closer he heard the squealing and yelling of the fan girls. Making a face. That was awfully loud. He bit his lower lip and stepped into line. Followng the line as one by one the people got their autographs signed. Sure that looked like fun but the only reason he was in line was to see Stefan up close. Within touching distance without touching. He could care less about a meaningless piece of paper he couldn't even read. He didn't have his ears pierced but he could easily work a pair of earrings. Despite the dirt smudges on his cheek he over all had flawless skin. He had no sleeves left on his shirt. So it was more a tank top even in the winter time. People went one by one through the line.<br/><br/>It was nearly his turn when he realized he didn't have anything to get signed. He rubbed his arm. Still....he would see the man up close. That was all that mattered. He lowered his hand as there was only one more person in front of him. They were getting theirs signed. He had time to look at the guy. He was rather intimidated by the bodyguards on either side of the actor. He nibbled on his lower lip. It was soon his turn. He stood there for a second until the man looked at him. Looking away some. Never look someone you don't know in the eyes. He looked back at him. "I'm sorry...I don't have anything for you to sign. I just wanted to see you up close." he said in a soft voice. "I wanted to see the man from the t.v. in person." A voice that if you weren't paying attention could be quite easily mistaken for female. It still held an undertone of masculinity to it. Which belied the soft tone of a female. He backed up to the side. Intimidated by the stares of the bodyguards.<br/><br/>"I'll be going now." He said. Scooting sideways away from the people. Backing up and turned around. He began walking towards the fence. He was going to walk around the crowd by sticking to the fence. The autograph signing began winding up. There was only one last person getting an autograph as Kenny followed the fence away from where the signing was happening. A guy called his name within hearing range of the man. "YO KENNY COME HERE!" He walked over to the fence. "Yeah Bruno?" He asked. "Here some food man. Got a little too much." Kenny blinked and took the four chicken nuggets and half a thing of fries. "Thanks man." He then continued walking.