Post by rosalia martinelli on May 15, 2011 11:44:38 GMT -5
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name, rosalia grazia natasa ines martinelli.
nickname (s), rose, rosa, and some people can call me rosie.
age, eighteen.
hometown, pasitano, italy.
birthday, ninth march.
mother, grazia martinelli (née de luca), forty, housewife, but i think she handles business for my dad sometimes.
father, gaspare martinelli, forty five, as he explains it, "i'm not limited to any one field of business, rosa." given the bodyguards and more then one rushed cloak and dagger trip out of the country it's the general consensus my father is some kind of mob boss.
siblings, adamo martinelli, twenty eight; giorgio martinelli, twenty seven; matteo martinelli, twenty four; orlando martinelli, five; orianna martinelli, five.
role model, lindsay lohan, obvi.
history,
THE OPINIONS.
A LETTER
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THE BASICS.
name, rosalia grazia natasa ines martinelli.
nickname (s), rose, rosa, and some people can call me rosie.
age, eighteen.
hometown, pasitano, italy.
birthday, ninth march.
mother, grazia martinelli (née de luca), forty, housewife, but i think she handles business for my dad sometimes.
father, gaspare martinelli, forty five, as he explains it, "i'm not limited to any one field of business, rosa." given the bodyguards and more then one rushed cloak and dagger trip out of the country it's the general consensus my father is some kind of mob boss.
siblings, adamo martinelli, twenty eight; giorgio martinelli, twenty seven; matteo martinelli, twenty four; orlando martinelli, five; orianna martinelli, five.
role model, lindsay lohan, obvi.
history,
i was born in italy, i had four brothers already that loved me until i could walk and then it was fair game to just beat the crap out of me and torture me. i moved to new york city with my family when i was.. say five? my aunt ofelia had moved there, who is my moms twin, and they couldn't stand being away from each other any longer so we packed up and moved. i started gymnastics a few months after that, just a piddly little tumble class, i was doing some dance at the time too, just things to help burn off all the excess energy i seem to have and then i started asking for more, my dancing feel to the wayside and i became devoted to my gymnastics. i was all about gymnastics. east sleep and breathe, kind of obsessed, you know? and i was damn good. i was fucking amazing. and that's not just me being cocky. i was built for it, i had no fear, i was determined, and the years of training only fortified that in me. i would try anything, it was the perfect traits for gymnastics, but it also kind of lead to my downfall. i was at worlds when i was fifteen and i was always known for changing my routines, like mid-routine, it pissed my coach off but there was always shit he was saying i couldn't do, when i knew i could. this time... this time i took it too far. my hands slipped from the bars and i fell and shattered my femur. it wasn't that major of an injury, in comparison and plenty of girls have come back from it, but i couldn't - and it was fucking ridiculous. after that... i got a little depressed and then i just didn't fucking care anymore. i had been put back into normal high school about a month or two before worlds and i was popular because of my brothers and my cousin, and then i was sort of famous? gymnastics isn't as cool as like football and shit but to some people i was a total g. anyways, i started taking advantage of that popularity, and i stopped being an anti-social bitch and became a social bitch and just did everything i was never allowed to do. it was a rough and stupid time. not much has changed, really. i've gained a little self control. i even started dating this guy, but... well, i cheated on him. i got a little drunk and i fucked one of my friends. i've spent a lot of time trying to forget that happened, which meant a lot of tequila, and we hooked up again at my cousin and jess' wedding, which didn't really pan out. and it kind of beyond sucks and i'm just trying to get away. i've always wanted to go to australia and my aunt works here with the embassy so i figured, why not?
THE OPINIONS.
"rosie is one of my best friends, i look at her like a little sister. we fight like ucking crazy and i'm always on her nerves and she's always on mine, but i love her. we were always really close because of our moms and we were always in so much trouble. she hates that i worry about her, or just that i care when she it wrong with her. she is always like 'stop trying to be my fucking, dad' but like i said, she's like a sister to me and half the time i dont' think she ever really thinks about what she's doing. not gonna lie i don't have that much room to talk, but that's not my point. she grew up entirely in that gym and she always got her she never really saw how the real world wotrked and you can still see it in her at times. she's got her head in the clouds a lot."apollo varano, twenty two, cousin
"rosa is a fucking whore. i'm glad the bitch went crazy, she fucked my boyfriend a couple years back, knowing he was dating me, and when i confronted her she acted like it was no big deal, telling me i needed to learn how to keep a better handle on my man, what a cunt, right? she deserves everything she gets. i'm glad dane dumped her sorry ass, she's a fucking mess."lucille finley, twenty two.
A LETTER
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your last letter? too many details. just too fucking many and i know you did it because i can't la la la and make you stop or flip you off or sign off. i hate you we're never going to be friends again. go die in a fire.[/blockquote][/sub]
i kid. i kid. i love you. and i miss you. and the only person i am going to kill is apollo for taking you away from me. baby come back to me. if i said i want your body now, would you hold it against me? lol. okay, i'm done. anyways. australia has been great, i've been spending as much time as possible in the water and on the beach, helps me clear my head. but i'm still thinking about running away and coming to live under your couch, or maybe i can kick polly pockets out of your house and we'll live there and he can sleep outside with dorian. i like that plan better, actually let's do that. because men are annoying and frustrating and they belong outside, and they should only be allowed back in the house when certain services are required and then they leave again and just not say anything and be stupid and teasing and i've lost my point and i'm pouting and i need you and a movie marathon and some ice cream and all kinds of shit. come see me. i love you.
affectionately,
liz, sg.
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made by kayla, inspired by erin & liz.
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