Giovanna Marie Elliot
Oct 19, 2011 15:08:39 GMT -5
Post by Gia Elliot on Oct 19, 2011 15:08:39 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Giovanna Marie Elliot
Nickname: Gia, occasionally Giana
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Telepathy
Play By: Brittany MarkertLet it F L O W . . .9/30/2004
Dear Diary,
Ms. Fontane gave us this assignment to begin writing in our journals every day for class. She said we can call it whatever we want, but it's to help us practice our writing and I think so she can know everything that is happening and stuff. I think it's a really good idea. Anyway, Brandon scraped his knee at recess today and had to go to the nurse to get a band aid. He falls a lot. Sometimes he comes to school with bruises he says he got at home from falling too. It's okay though cause he's my best friend.*****
4/5/2006
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a while, but I haven't really known what to say. Brandon... Brandon died the other night. No one knew. Or they said they didn't. His dad beat him till he was gone. I don't understand how no one could know that it was going on. It was horrible having all of those people around all at once. It gave me such an awful headache that I had to sit down. Mom called it a migraine and said it was because I was so sad, so she let me just lie in my room the rest of the night. I really miss him, Diary. Who am I going to sit with at lunch now?*****
4/29/2006
Dear Diary,
Mom and Dad are fighting again. They make the headaches worse and worse and the migraines won’t leave me alone. I can't concentrate at school, I can barely think at all. My grades keep slipping and more than anything I want to be alone in my room in the dark. I try not to talk a lot, and that’s some of why they’re arguing. All anyone can blame was Brandon's death, like it was his fault. Maybe they’re right. Mom says I'msurpressed, oppressedsad. Dad thinks I should be locked up. Says they should hand me over to some school where they put people like me, sad and quiet and “emotionally unsound”. Mom doesn't agree, she says it’s natural, and that those places are never what they claim to be. She called them mental wards. She says I’ll be fine.*****
7/2/2006
Dear Diary,
Dad left. Mom wouldn't let him throw me in a “school”, and the fighting every night was unbearable before he actually walked out. But he didn't just go. He took all the money. I know, I shouldn't know that, and Mom doesn't know I know. I didn't tell her I knew because I’m not supposed to snoop, but I saw the statements while I was looking for a phone number. The money is gone. Dad showed up last night and tried to drag me out of the house. Mom's really scared now and she says we have to move. She's probably right, too. I’ve seen a lot of people hanging around the neighborhood that I don’t recognize. Maybe a move will make the migraines stop. She got a job in America, she said, working as a staff member in some mansion for... well.. I don't really know what the man does. It means getting away from dad, and away from everyone who still blames everything about me on the fact that my best friend died. I started packing, but it's so hard. Like I'm putting my life, myself, into boxes.*****
10/26/2006
Dear Diary,
It's huge. Their last name is Grimley, and they haven't told us much, but we can live here in the mansion while mom works. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite this big before. And it's quiet most of the time. It turns out, mom's job is as a maid. She keeps everything clean for them. I don't really get it, home wasn't kept that clean before. I guess it's great that she has a job, but she's so much better than this. I won't say anything though. The airplane ride here was torture, all the worrying and air pressure and noises gave me another migraine, and at just a high altitude and no way to escape I thought I was going to explode.*****
11/14/2006
Dear Diary,
I was wrong about it being quiet. They had a ball today for Mr. Grimley's birthday. Did I mention to you that mom's boss is named Mr. Grimley? He has two kids, sons both just a little older than me. The older one, he seems really arrogant, like he knows he's rich and good looking and could get any girl he wanted. I don't think he even sees me. That’s a lie. He sees me well enough to play pranks all the time. And the younger one, he's cute, but I'm not sure he realizes it, and he's a lot nicer, but sometimes he just goes along with what his brother does. The ball left a huge mess in the mansion, so I'm going to help her clean tomorrow. For now, I'm totally wiped out and my head is throbbing from all the people yelling and music and everything.*****
12/31/2006
Dear Diary,
I've started helping mom a lot more lately. It's like she can't get as much done as she used to be able to. Sometimes her hands shake, and it worries me. She went to see a doctor and wouldn't tell me what was wrong. I didn't get much out of her either, like she had put a wall up around her. I just want her to be okay. Mr. Grimley and his older son left the other day to go to some boarding school I think. It would be so cool I think to get to go to a school like that. Not have to worry about anything but school, but I know mom can't afford it after dad left, and besides, if I left, she might get sicker, and I can't even bear the thought of that. Especially since it might mean being fired. Anyway, now it’s just me an Craven. Did I tell you that I have a crush on him? He’s so sweet and nice to me, and he never tries to hurt me or my mom while she’s working. I really, really like him.*****
6/17/2008
Dear Diary,
Am I crazy? I swear I heard several voices in my head this morning that I think were coming from other people? Craven’s been at same school as his brother for what feels like forever. The calendar says it's been 6 months. Maybe it’s just that I miss him, but I really think I’m hearing other people’s thoughts. No, that’s stupid. It’s not even possible, and even if it was, I would be the last person to be able to do it. So I told Mom about it, and she said sometimes it is possible, hat she can make it so people don’t notice her. Not like invisibility, but like… the way people never notice the servants in books about nobles. Maybe, if it really is telepathy, or whatever it’s called, I can practice. Then I could put on a show or something and make money to take care of her.*****
6/28/2008
Dear Diary,
Oh goodness diary! I'm going to boarding school! Apparently there's one for other kids like me, ones with powers. I told mom I wanted to stay with her, wait till she gets better, but she told me that the doctor said it was multiple sclerosis. That she wouldn't get better. Diary, I tried so hard to change her mind. So she'd know she'd get better, cause I know she will, but she told me to stop. So I put my thought into Mr. Grimley's head that he couldn't fire her. She could do something else for him when she got too sick to clean. I hope it sticks there. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if she couldn't keep her job or her home because I wasn't there to take care of her. She protected me, and I feel like I'm ditching her, but what choice do I have? She said it'll help with the headaches, and that she'd make me go by force if I didn't agree myself. Apparently, it’s the same place both Craven and Tanner are going. I wonder what powers they have? I’m really excited to get to go to school with Craven, I just hope I don’t run into Tanner at all.*****Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Sassy, Sera, really whatever you feel like.
Age: 19. Two months and a couple days from 20.
RP Experience: Forever. 5 and a half years.
How did you find us?: Angel told me.Show your S K I L L S . . .The shaking and the opening words had Gia expecting some bad conversation, but there was no way she could have prepared for what was coming. She didn't know what he was going to say, or just how insulting it was going to be. She just stared as he ripped his hand out of hers, frowning in complete shock and confusion. Even friends could hold hands now and again, especially if one friend was sick and trembling violently. She took a small step back a the small sharp pain that hit her chest at the violent loss of contact. Slowly her hands fell to her sides as he shoved his way past her and into her empty room.
She watched him facing away, already sore inside before he turned around and spoke. He didn't love her. It burned her eyes with tears, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. Even couples didn't love each other at first. It took time, it always took time. This was new after all. But as he continued Gia's heart just sunk deeper and deeper inside her until she was certain it had fallen to and through the floor already. Wouldn't love her. Wasn't ever going to measure up to Bliss. And he was using her to get laid. She frowned as the tears started to fall. That's all she was. Slowly he head shook, not wanting to believe a word of it. Not sure why she wouldn't have seen it.
The emotions were once again over powering the voices in her head, though one, louder than the others, worked tirelessly to tell her this was a lie, that Craven didn't mean any of it. Her mouth gapped slightly in disbelief as he went on. Too frigid. The confusion returned at those words, and the rest of Craven's break up speech dissolved into thin air as she tried to figure out how she had ever been frigid. She'd listened to every word about Bliss. She tried to comfort him, be sympathetic to everything. And she'd kissed him. Every emotion she was feeling was out, and she was frigid? Heartless? Slowly a vision, that sort of felt like a thought coming in, appeared in her head--one of Craven renouncing everything and kissing her again--but like when she was younger, she couldn't tell whether than was his thought, or some fantasy she had cooked up.
But she also couldn't figure out in what way he'd ever tried to "get her in bed" in any way. He hadn't even kissed her before the stairwell and that had been her initiation. Finally, that voice behind her ear grew louder, more noticeable the more she thought about it. He was lying. Slowly she let her mind travel into his, doing something she'd only ever tried on her parents. Mind reading. She made she there was a strong connection, but his emotional state was just as grand and a bit warped as hers was and she frowned. "Like I told you before I get that you don't love me and that I'm not Bliss. But lying about your reasons wasn't necessary.
She frowned, trying to sort of what were his thoughts and what were hers, debating cutting the connection to finish talking. "Not once did you try anything with me, and I'm not sure I understand how I'm frigid, but please fill me in. But you kissed me too. If you really want to go then leave." She stepped lightly out of the way of the door, but took his hand again to turn him before he could. "And you can tell your brother I changed my mind. He can put his money wherever he fucking wants." She shortened the connection a little, finally pushing a thought into his head. "I said no cause I thought you were different, but you're exactly like him. And yet, none of this has changed how I feel.".
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