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Post by rosalia martinelli on May 15, 2011 14:30:22 GMT -5
 --------- rosa chewed on the skin around her ring finger nail, the black polish chipping around the edges where her milk teeth hit the nail, she was pacing and staring at her laptop. she didn't need anymore of this shit, at what point did the universe decide to start taking it easy on a person? rosalia groaned, she sounded like such a fucking bitch baby. pulling he full bright red painted bottom lip she brought in her brows staring at the unoffending piece of technology again, she told kenya she'd call, she told her... sister. her twin sister that she'd call. she had a twin. a fucking twin! how hadn't she known this? weren't twins meant to just know that there was another one of themselves out there, freaky twin powers and shit... this was all too 'parent trap' for. she'd spent the hours since she'd ran into kenya at the market that morning trying to get a hold of her mother and try to get the story from her aunt. her mother hadn't returned her calls and her aunt was just mum. it sort of made sense? the larger gap between her youngest older brother and herself, the huge excitement over the twins and the general shock because her mom had always said that rosa had been a difficult pregnancy and labour and it had left her unable to have anymore kids. was that why rose had been born in london unlike all of her siblings had been born in italy? had they been trying to hide her adoption from her and the rest of her familly? it was too fucked up. rosa drew a hand through her long curls and finally sat on the bed in front of her lap top, her black tipped fingers hit the silver keys quickly, the only sound in her room the ringing as she sent the video call and she sat back, worrying her lip as she waited for it to connect. her stomach flipped a little as kenya's face appeared before her, "you have my face," she blurted, super smart there, rosa. "like, really, that's my face and..." rose drew a hand through her hair again, "this is all very twilight zone for me..." came her accented voice, the years spent in new yorking smoothing the edges of what used to be a very noticable italian accent.
--------- TAGGED kenya miller a.k.a deeeena.
---------MUSIC pixie lott .. here we go again.
---------CLOTHES i'll get this up in a minute.
---------NOTES skajhsdjhas lovin it.
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Post by kenya miller on May 15, 2011 15:39:27 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,] IN A CALL WITH ROSALIA MARTINELLI. 5:38PM
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---- This was all getting too weird. Not but three hours ago while stumbling in the grocery store she ran into a girl that looked exactly like her. same face, same height, even same length of hair. this was just to crazy. usually kenya's mom sent her into the store by herself but this time the whole miller crew came with her. they were all in different aisle while her mom sat in the car. kenya kept it too herself that she found her twin until she was back at home with her mom. rosie, or so her name was agreed that the two of them would talk when she got home on skype. this mean that kenya only had a few minutes to question her mom about it. when the two of them talked it out kenya was pissed. why did her parents have to fucking seperate them? it was all too weird. but i guess it worked out for the best. her younger sister ebonyl walked her to her bedroom where they usually shared together but kenya explained to her that she needed the room by herself for a little while and that she should go downstairs and play with alexander. her leg was propped up on some pillows and her leg was radiating a neon green cast. with her computer on her lap she laid against her bed post until the dial sound was being heard. kenya sat up a little more straight and pressed the video button. rosie's accent was well clear and kenya became instantly jealous of her. her eyes flickered from the screen to her bedroom as rosie began talking. she hopped that tonight she would be left alone by her siblings. "this is all too fucking weird...and my mom won't even explain it too me because she's too selfish and started crying again. so basically i guess tell me about yourself? no matter how fucking weird this is.." her voice trailed off as she heard her younger sister pounding on the door. kenya figured it was going to be hard to ignore them any longer.
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tagged - snooki
notes - ahhhhh<3 and this is zoe's code
listening too - boysboysboys |
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Post by rosalia martinelli on May 15, 2011 17:19:59 GMT -5
--------- she had every right to be mad at her parents right? that was something that they should've told her, i'm sure they never expected her to findout she was adopted or that she had a twin sister, a fucking twin, but they knew she was coming here, they couldn't have maybe given her a heads up that this could happen? or were they that confident that they'd not run into each other. though she knew that it was pretty unlikely, really, what were the odds? only this could happen to her. as if she didn't have enough things to try to figure out right now, let's throw in a long lost sister. rosalia pursed her lips, "yeah, my mom is ignorning my calls, though i'm trying to have an open mind and just chalking it up to the time difference? but i don't know, it feels deliberate." the brunette said, eyes dropping to her lap, even though they'd had the twins she was still kind of the baby, she always got her way, she was never ignored. she pulled at the ends of her hair, eyebrows pulling in at the rest of kenya's words, "uhm, i was a gymnast, almost made it to the olympics. grew up in new york and italy, uh. i have five brothers and a sister, uhm. i don't know what to say. tell me about you?" the teen said worrying her lip as she studied kenya's face, her face, the only difference maybe a faint scar rosa boasted on her cheek from a fight she'd gotten into last year, ivy's nail gouging rosa's cheek, a fight dane and her cousin were soon able to break apart, she felt dane's arms around her waist again and a pain filled her stomach. she needed him. she needed him to try and figure this all out, to not feel like her whole life had been a lie, because that made her feel too over-dramatic and so cliched, she fingered the pendant around her neck he'd given her on her birthday. "did you have any idea at all? or just...." rose sighed, of course she wouldn't, rose knew there weren't many parents as secretive as hers, but taking in a child was much different then giving one up. adopting a child made you as close to a saint as anyone could find, but splitting up your twins? how did you even decide which one to boot?
--------- TAGGED kenya miller a.k.a deeeena.
---------MUSIC pixie lott .. here we go again.
---------CLOTHES here.
---------NOTES we rock, dude.
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Post by kenya miller on May 15, 2011 21:19:19 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,] IN A CALL WITH ROSALIA MARTINELLI. 5:38PM
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---- this whole twin thing was really making kenya start to question a lot of shit in her life. as she glanced up at rosie periodically as she played with the stuffing in her cast each word she spoke kenya just felt weird. this was her twin. this was all just mindfucking her right now. kenya bit her lip as she began to question about the accident. most people besides aspen had never actually gotten the whole story or even how kenya was feeling. all they wanted to do was sign the fucking cast. "yeah, i'm doing a lot better. my leg was pretty fucked in the beginning by the doctor's are doing everything they can. but other than that they healing process is going pretty well. but shit, that really sucks. especially since it sounds like you were pretty dedicated to it. they are saying that this green thing has to stay on for another three weeks and soccer ends in five weeks. so maybe." just the thought of never being able to play soccer again scared her. it was her dream she would be completely crushed. she couldn't imagine how rosalia was feeling right now. with the mentioning of duncan kenya honestly just shrugged. duncan was duncan. she was pretty sure he would never change even if she did like him or whatbot. "fucked up. cheated on me, i found out through the other girl they i guess had been fucking for a other. i don't know. i'm done with it." kenya said sighing as she watched her expression change over time. did you have a boyfriend or..?" hoping that it wasn't much of a sore topic to her she watched for any sign of upsetting her. that's the last thing she wanted to do. kenya understood why she was completely confused about all of this, it was a lot to take in. "yeah. i guess." she said feeling the tone in rosalia's voice make her feel a little uncomfortable. "it really sucks. especially since your family isn't even around here, that really blows." hearing her laughter made kenya's nerves release. "you should've seen your face, for a minute you looked like you were going to kill me and then you were like what the fuck is this?"
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tagged - snooki
notes - ahhhhh<3 and this is zoe's code
listening too - boysboysboys [/sup][/font][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by rosalia martinelli on May 15, 2011 23:49:05 GMT -5
--------- rosalia sighed, "our moms suck." she muttered, leaning back against her headboard, the pillow beneath her keeping the wrought iron design from digging into her skin where it was exposed by the lack of fabric to her shirt. rose pulled at some strings on her distressed shorts but listening intently as kenya offered rosa some sort of glimpse into her life, she flinched at the mention of the car accident, it explained the bright green cast she'd seen on the girl in the market, "oh my god, are you okay?" she interrupted, word vomit kicking in and rosie shook her head, "dumb question, obviously you are or we wouldn't be talking right now... i mean apart from the broken leg... i know how that goes, i shattered my femur when i was sixteen, i was at worlds on the bars and i fell, fucked my shit up good. i couldn't bounce back enough to go back to gymnastics professionally... will you be able to play soccer after that heals up?" she was normally cool under pressure, gymnastics taught her to be but this was crazy different a little word vomit was understandable, right? rosie tried not to flinch at the mention of a boyfriend, bringing back memories of dane, she didn't want to bring that up with kenya, she didn't really want to bring it up with anyone, and since kenya didn't want to talk about this duncan fuck rosa didn't have to bring up dane, right? "did he fuck things up or you? i want to know how similar we really" rosa asked, trying to make her tone light so it didn't seem like she was trying to be uber nosy. rosa nodded at the rest of her words, it sounded as full a house as rosa's, though rosa wasn't as reluctant to look after her little brother and sister and she didn't know if it was because it wasn't exactly expected of her to do so like it seemed to be expected of kenya or if it was just the difference of the culture they had each been raised in. "i'm glad you're making sense of it," rosa said almost bitterly, "i mean, the only thing i can... i don't know, my mom said i was born in london, but all of my brothers and orianna were born in italy, so. that's something? i... i don't know." the brunette said after a moment, teeth returning to worry her lip, nodding to kenya's question, "pretty fucking much. i turn around to bitch someone out for bumping into me and i'm looking in a mirror." rosa could allow a soft chuckle, shaking her head, one day she'd better be able to appreciate the humour, she guessed, but this was just too many things for her at once.
--------- TAGGED kenya miller a.k.a deeeena.
---------MUSIC pixie lott .. here we go again.
---------CLOTHES here.
---------NOTES we rock, dude.
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Post by kenya miller on May 16, 2011 20:54:21 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,] IN A CALL WITH ROSALIA MARTINELLI. 5:38PM
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---- this whole twin thing was really making kenya start to question a lot of shit in her life. as she glanced up at rosie periodically as she played with the stuffing in her cast each word she spoke kenya just felt weird. this was her twin. this was all just mindfucking her right now. kenya bit her lip as she began to question about the accident. most people besides aspen had never actually gotten the whole story or even how kenya was feeling. all they wanted to do was sign the fucking cast. "yeah, i'm doing a lot better. my leg was pretty fucked in the beginning by the doctor's are doing everything they can. but other than that they healing process is going pretty well. but shit, that really sucks. especially since it sounds like you were pretty dedicated to it. they are saying that this green thing has to stay on for another three weeks and soccer ends in five weeks. so maybe." just the thought of never being able to play soccer again scared her. it was her dream she would be completely crushed. she couldn't imagine how rosalia was feeling right now. with the mentioning of duncan kenya honestly just shrugged. duncan was duncan. she was pretty sure he would never change even if she did like him or whatbot. "fucked up. cheated on me, i found out through the other girl they i guess had been fucking for a other. i don't know. i'm done with it." kenya said sighing as she watched her expression change over time. did you have a boyfriend or..?" hoping that it wasn't much of a sore topic to her she watched for any sign of upsetting her. that's the last thing she wanted to do. kenya understood why she was completely confused about all of this, it was a lot to take in. "yeah. i guess." she said feeling the tone in rosalia's voice make her feel a little uncomfortable. "it really sucks. especially since your family isn't even around here, that really blows." hearing her laughter made kenya's nerves release. "you should've seen your face, for a minute you looked like you were going to kill me and then you were like what the fuck is this?"
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tagged - snooki
notes - totally accidently modified my old post above so just ignore my blond moment
listening too - boysboysboys [/sup][/font][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by rosalia martinelli on May 16, 2011 22:31:35 GMT -5
--------- rosa watched kenya's expression change when she queationed her further about the accidnt and she kind of felt bad for it, she hadn't liked talking about her accident at worlds when it had first happened, why would kenya like to talk about this? but she was sure that kenya would tell her to shut up at any point it became too much... or at least, that's what rosa would've done. just because they were twins didn't mean they were... well, twins like that? "how'd it happen? if you don't mind me asking..." rose asked, pulling hand through her dark curls, "i'd been in gymnasics since i was like five, and i'd been training for the olympics since i was seven, it was basically my life." she said with an almost shrug, trying to treat her gymnastics career with indifference helped her be less bitter about it, which was definetly what she needed when she had so much else to be bitter over right now. "you'll be able too, if you're even half as stubborn as i am, you'll be able too." rosa told her with a smile and a nod. rosa flinched a little at her words, "i'm sorry, that sucks. i'd kick his ass for you, but it'd kind of make me a hypocrite." she said scrunching her nose a little, "i was dating this guy for awhile after we hooked-up at his party and, i mean things were going great but i seem to have this self-sabotaging streak? and i got really drunk one night and slept with one of my friends. so, i suck." rosa said dropping her gaze from the monitor to her lap, picking at some flesh around her nail. "i'm still completely and disgustingly in love with him still." something which dane was not and she didn't blame him for in the slightest, "well i'm staying with my aunt now but she won't tell me anything but 'parlare con grazia' over and over, she's like a fucking broken record. " she said with a sigh before she took in the almost blank stare on kenya's face, "it means 'talk to grazia', that's my mom." she explained, red coming over her cheeks a little, rosa had always been inclined to mixing her italian and english, frustration and sadness turning her back to her native tongue almost completely, and she often forgot that not everyone was fluent in italian. ont=georgia]"yeah, sorry for almost being a total cunt to you, but i'm known for a temper, i seem to make no exceptions, the old, tiny humans, pregnant women, the crippled..."
--------- TAGGED kenya miller a.k.a deeeena.
---------MUSIC pixie lott .. here we go again.
---------CLOTHES here.
---------NOTES what a champ, kayla.
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Post by kenya miller on May 22, 2011 14:31:28 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,] IN A CALL WITH ROSALIA MARTINELLI. 5:38PM
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---- kenya was use to everyone asking her what was wrong with her leg at school to even care. although it did bother her a just a little bit that they kept asking and that her soccer career was most likely going to be over, she still didn't care. she shrugged her shoulders when rosalia, i don't really mind anymore. she said before taking a deep breath. this story was going to be so fucking long she though that rosalia probably would want her to stop later. basically i got drunk at a party and so did my friend. although i didn'tt even know that he was drunk because basically he told me he wasn't. i passed out before we left anyways, so they carried me in the back seat. i woke up like two minutes before the actual crash. another person was driving the car this time, i knew who it was but i didn't exactly know them? well we got hit by another car on my side and my leg was crushed. she said before returning her eyes back to her cast and leg. the pain was unbelievable sometimes and she wished she wouldn't have gone to that party every single day. listening to rosalia she could tell that this was a pretty upsetting subject for her. i'm sorry....sorry for bringing it up too. she said looking at her now again. when she started to talk about how she loved him kenya bit her lip. there was no way that kenya loved duncan, was there? she sighed and then picked at her fingernails. kenya heard her talk about being with her aunt and she nodded her head and then looked up to hear her speaking what appeared to be italian. kenya just stared at her unsure of what even to say until rosalia figured out what she had said. kenya let a smile cross her lips at her last words about being a bitch. nah, it's totally fine. i guess we both are really confused so i see your frustration. we aren't total opposites either, i can be a bitch at sometimes especially to duncan. he just pisses me off. there she went again talking about duncan. next time i talk about duncan just hit me or something k? kenya let out a small laugh.
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tagged - snooki
notes - no big deal.
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Post by rosalia martinelli on May 24, 2011 21:25:50 GMT -5
--------- rosa raised her eyebrows for a quick minute, "i got sick of it," she admitted, "it'd piss me off so much so i finally just started ignoring people or yelling at them to go watch the video on youtube..." she told her, shaking her head a little with a small laugh, rosa wasn't always the nicest most amiable person at times. rosa's eyebrows pulled in as she listened to the story, shaking her head at it, "and i bet everyone else walked away with hardly a scratch on them?" she said, still shaking her head, "people can be so stupid sometimes and half the time they hardly have to pay for their own mistakes, that sucks i'm sorry, dude." rosa pursed her lips for a moment before she finally let the question tumble from her lips, "so, has that put you off drinking forever because you'd have to make an exception for me, we have to get drunk together, it's just how it works..." it may have sounded like a joke, but it really wasn't, rosa - especially since the incident with dane - had become very serious about her partying. drinking and the sweaty press of bodies in a club was the only thing that could distract her from feeling like shit about what she had done, sure, the drinking was what had caused her downfall with dane but it didn't matter to her. rosalia offered another shrug, "nah, it's fine, i'm getting over it. i'm a lot less bitter then i was when it first happened. and it's not like i can dwell on it forever you know?" which was far more mature then she normally was on the subject, but she didn't want to make kenya feel bad for her curiosity. even in her weirdest, strangest dreams rosa never would have imagined something like this happened, and with the amount of vicodin she was taking after her injury, she'd had some strange fucking dreams. she smiled at kenya's dismissal of rasa's apology, a knowing grin pulling over her lips as she brought up duncan, "that's what most people like to call passion..." she said a teasing tone weaving itself through her words, "it's what makes the sex better too," rosa allowed a laugh at this, "the person you're supposed to be with pisses you off as much as they make you happy, i think. it sounds odd, i know."
--------- TAGGED kenya miller a.k.a deeeena.
---------MUSIC pixie lott .. here we go again.
---------CLOTHES here.
---------NOTES what a champ, kayla.
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