<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">His manor</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">11th March '06 12 pm</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">Natalia</span>-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Pietro woke from an uneasy sleep, it wasn't usual that he slept so long, but he had a very uneasy night, it seemed like the time wouldn't pass and the minutes just dragged on, this turned into insomnia which made the night longer, so now as he woke he rushed into the bathroom as he cursed at the clock for letting it be so late and applied cold water to his face in order to wake before taking a shower.<br/><br/>At least he knew what was going on, he was bored, ever since he was young he got bored easily and it got worse with time, he needed risk and excitement, and if those weren't happening everything seemed to be at a standstill without moving at all. That was what he was in so many places, sponsoring drivers, driving himself, borrowing money, the rivalry with other groups, and yes even the dangerous bets, it all added up to let him exist. He wouldn't let himself try drugs because he figured that would be a trip he couldn't completely count on his skills to control, but he had to do something.<br/><br/>He slowly made it out of the shower and headed downstairs as he thought of getting something to eat, the prospect seemed so dull as what had happened the night before, so he reached for his phone. He eliminated the options quickly, most of the contacts he scrolled through held little to no interest at the moment, and he had no intention to bother any of his drivers. Upon seeing her name he pressed the button calling Natalia, if she was free she would be more entertaining than whatever he could create in his kitchen.<br/><br/>