Post by narielli on Mar 19, 2009 22:11:52 GMT -5
NARIELLI ANGELINA CENTANNI
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FROM A BALANCE BEAM!
[/FONT][/CENTER]A lot of girls like to think of themselves as the most beautiful girl on the planet… that’s not me. I think I have some good qualities, but nothing to really brag about. But if I were to have to choose which of my traits I thought were most noticeable, I would have to choose my eyes, my smile, and my hair. Those are the things I have received more compliments from, though I know there is probably another girl out there with those traits that looks better than me. It’s possible. Maybe I’m just modest. But to get into detail about my appearance, well, here it goes.
My eyes are ocean blue. They’re light and inviting, well, so I would like to think. My eyes have a tendency to sparkle when I smile and are always quick to convey my emotions. I can’t control it. My eyes are just really expressive. To go with my eye color I have soft red hair. It’s not the annoying, vibrant red, but more of a tamed, dull red. My hair is probably one of my favorite parts, but the most annoying. I like to play with it all the time so I end up with more split ends than I really need. But I do try to keep my hair healthy and bouncy. I think it fits the shape of my face perfectly.
I’m really not that tall. I stand at about 5’7. Sometimes it’s annoying having to ask people to reach things for me. But my body frame fits it. I’m just a small person in general. Though a woman should never speak of her weight… I will have no shame in saying that I weigh 130 pounds. It isn’t too skinny and it isn’t too chubby. I like sitting right there in the middle. It looks sickening when girls are way too thin for their own good. My skin is porcelain white and pretty smooth if I do say so myself. Dry skin is my worst enemy. I like keeping it smooth and just…soft feeling.
My style of dress isn’t too complicated. I’m not the tomboy sort, though. So when I go out I’m not necessarily dressed to impress other people as much as I am to impress myself. Anything from just nice jeans and shirts to some dresses will suit me. I’m really not that picky. Like I said, it’s not other people’s opinion of me that counts in the clothing department. Following trends is not my style. Excuse me if I like to be a little old fashioned at times.
LOVER I DON'T HAVE TO LOVE!
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Most of the time I like to think that I am a nice person with good morals that will stand up for anyone... but only part of that is true. I feel like I am a good person. When out in public I always try and hold the door open for the person behind me and I like to talk to people and be friendly. Some people have told me that there seemes to be something bubbly and happy about my personality, the way I smile when I talk or the way I awkwardly try and find the right words to say. But I don't believe them at all. As much as I would love to believe that I have a happy personality... I just can't. There will always be a part of me that doubts I'll ever be really happy again. I guess the possibilities are endless, but I tend to dwell more toward the negative in that reguard. Maybe I'm too trusting or maybe I just have a lot more hope than I should... either way I always seem to get hurt. I've been told before that my innocence is overwhelming. If only they knew. Even if I am innocent and pure... I still feel tainted and unclean.
There is something holding me back. I'm living in a life that I sometimes want to think I don't deserve. I feel like I'm tied to this life on a number of different planes and it's impossible to break free. I feel trapped...imprisoned in a life that really isn't mine to live. I'm not shallow or quick to anger, but I do have my reserves. A lot of times I just want to break free from the monotony that is my life. I feel like my husband controls my every move, and that is probably because he does. I'm afraid of defying the world I live in. The concequences of leaving that life are...unbearable. My mind cannot handle the stress of it all. The thoughts that creep into my mind about leaving and the thoughts of him... all of it is holding me down. I don't know if I'm meant to escape it or not. It really makes me feel weak.
I'm not the kind of person that would fight back when being beaten down. That explains the reason I haven't left my husband. People are bound to hurt eachother, and that's a concept that I understand now. I dream of being the one to break that. As I grew up I head the phrase "turn the other cheek" a lot. The whole concept of it was to throw your enemies of and let them see that you're not going to fight them. Of course, this doesn't always work. I'm just a small, weak, insignificant person... when being told that everyday it's easy to believe. There are a number of other things that I have come to believe just because I hear them so often from a man who I hold in high esteem. I would hope my husband would not lie about my personality. With words casually tossed around like "bitch" and "whore". Well, I can only hope my son doesn't grow up to believe those things about his mother.
It's clear that when in public I am to act as if my husband and child are the center of my universe. My son is, but my husband, well, he couldn't be further. It's hard to have to put on a facade like that... pretend like being around the man who beats me every other night doesn't bother me. Well, apparently I'm good at putting on a show. I always just zone out, meditate on the situations I get in. Never will I faulter. I feel like I am a liar through and through... having to put on so many faces and pretend like I'm happy. Really I'm more confused than anything. I'm to a point where I have to make a decision... either I can face my fears of the unknown...or continue to live a nightmare. Neither sound too promising.
DON'T KNOW WHEN
BUT A DAY IS GONNA COME!
[/FONT][/CENTER]BUT A DAY IS GONNA COME!
I suppose before I tell about my life I should begin with some background story. My parents met in a sort of off the wall kind of fashion. Father, Missimo Centanni, was a wealthy man, having inhearited more money than he needed after my grandfather's death. But mother, was just a maiden who would go out and help the other women who would help tend to farms. She had no money at all. Mother claimes that Father would walk by the fields and whistle at the older women to make them feel important. It was a touching thought. That was when he first saw my mother, Ariella Rallston. She wasn't an extremely gorgeous woman, but was fair skinned. My mother had moved to Italy from America. Though his mother wasn't happy with the union, Father asked her to be his wife. They waited a good two years before I came along to be their first and only child.
As I entered child hood I met two people who I came to adore more than anything. Darius and Angela Reed were the best firends I ever had. We did everything together and there was hardly a time that I felt alone. The three of us were practically inseperable. We tended to cause more trouble than we were worth, though. Somehow the town still loved all three of us and just thought we were the cutest set of friends around. I, of course, had to agree with them. My parents enjoyed the fact that I had friends that were that close to me that I could trust. Mother always told me to be thankful I had them in my life. That, I was. As we grew a little older the three of us continued to be just as close as ever, but it was apparent that exiting childhood changed a lot of things for us.
I fell in love with Darius Reed. When I fell in love with him I'm not entirely sure, but I know that I did. Everytime he and Angela came over the hang out my stomach would flutter to the point where I thought they could hear it. One night I managed to get Angela alone. I confided in her my feelings for Darius. He was everything I could have possibly asked for, and the best part was that I could trust him. I just knew my Darius would never let me down or hurt me. We had been friends for years and he had never even said one harsh word against me. It was really no wonder that I fell so hard for him. Everything about him was appealing. I was surprised that no other girls had tried to get him. Maybe they just assumed I had first chance. Who knows... but it was worked out to where Angela would try and tell Darius my feelings for him. None of us could have expected what happened next.
In short, my feelings for Darius were trampled on as soon as my parents shared with me what had happened. What I was told was that Darius had slept with a tourist and had gotten her pregnant. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe Darius would do that. But it was only more real when I found out that Darius had moved to America with the woman and married her. Heartbroken is not a good enough word to describe how I felt about that. Everything I had ever felt for Darius had been thrown back in my face. But it came to a time when I was getting older and my parents were eager to find me a suiter. With Darius out of the picture there was no telling who they would pick. But that was when Boris showed up at our door step. He wasn't a bad looking man, maybe a little more edgy looking than I was used too, but my parents loved him and his charming personaliety.
With no further thought the marriage was arranged. I didn't really want to marry him. I wasn't in love with him and it just didn't feel the same. This was something that I told my mother, but she explained that I was probably just nervous. It wasn't nerves. It couldn't have been nerves. I knew I was being forced into something I didn't want to do. As I walked down the isle to Boris, then man who should have been Darius, I took his hand and swallowed my pride. I had to do it...for my family. Boris was a millionaire and if there were any way I could ensure my family everything they needed once Father was retired, well, I could. That was the only thing that drove me to say 'I do.' When the wedding was over I knew that I had pretty much just signed my death warrant. But something happened during the kiss. After the main wedding and during the reception Boris claimed that he couldn't remember anything leading up to that kiss. I knew it somehow had something to do with me.
I moved to America with Boris to a place called Venice Beach. It was beautiful. I couldn't help but love it there. The people were rather accepting of me. No one knew of my ability, though. I made sure to keep that quiet, even from Boris. It was intriguing to me... this ability I had. I decided that I would try it once more. Every single time it was the same. I would touch someone and be able to twist and morph their memories and even delete them if I wanted. Even though it would be a useful talent... I made a promise to myself that I would never use it unless I had to. I wasn't sure of the limits and boundaries of the power, but I knew that I had to be careful about touching people and what I did if I touched them. There were so many things to consider about having the power.
It wasn't long until I had gotten word from my Mother about the Reeds. When Mother first called I figured that she had maybe just recieved a postcard with updates on how they were doing. But what she really told me broke my already broken heart. Darius had killed himself... and Angela had died in a car accident. What part of my world was out there holding me up was gone. Both of the people that I had grown up adoring and idolizing... dead. I couldn't even talk to Mother about it. I just had to close myself off and escape. That was exacly what I did. I sort of became like a zombie...going day in and day out just wearing an emotionless mask. My husband wasn't happy with it. I began to noticed a huge change in Boris and it was completed one night when I refused to have sex with him. I have trouble thinking about it, but I was raped by my own husband.
After that Darius took liberty of beating me whenever he felt like I deserved it. I tried not to even speak to him, but of course that would also warrant a beating. There was no escaping it. The beauty of it was that Boris would never hit my face. He didn't want people to think he had an ugly wife. So my face was spared the bruising that the rest of my body had to take. I was really unhappy about staying in the marriage. Too many times I had thought about leaving, but something happened that kept me from doing so. I found out that I was pregnant. I was going to have a baby boy and I knew that I couldn't be a good mother on my own. I would have to stay with Boris forever it seemed. There was no way out of the life I was apparently destined to live. But the day Jonathon was born had to be the happiest day of my life.
I had decided to take Jonathon out for some fresh air. Walking around town was always something I felt like I could enjoy. It just felt right being able to find a little bit of happiness in such a dreary life. But on this walk I ran into two people who looked just like Darius and Angela Reed. I knew right then that there was hope for my broken heart to be mended. Mother had to have been wrong, I was sure of it. Her information hadn't been factual and my best friends were standing right there in front of me. Naturally I smiled, wanting to talk to them so much. But as soon as they approached me... they introduced themselves as Ollie and Ellie. I was so confused, but they looked exactly like Darius and Angela! I held Jonathan protectively against me, knowing something was wrong. As soon as the two of them announced that they were sent to kill me I knew what was wrong. They were trackers... and I had fallen into their trap.
Hiding out in the mansion seemed like the best thing to do. I wasn't about to risk the safety of my son. I didn't even know that he had any power, but apparently my baby boy was born a wiper, just like me. Boris had to go on a business trip and it was the one night I wished that he might have stayed home. But I couldn't sleep. I stayed up, watching every corner of the mansion like a hawk. My paranoia was getting the best of me. That was when he showed up... my Darius... no- not my Darius. The changed Darius that was out to kill her. He was right there and I knew it was him, but I also knew what I had to do. I wiped his memory, but I felt guilty... because I left only one and that was of me. Maybe because of that I am selfish, but mostly... I just wanted to have Darius back. I wanted to see the boy I had fallen in love with... not the vicious tracker that was supposed to kill me. All I wanted was a little hope.
I BELIEVE IN SYMMETRY!
[/FONT][/CENTER]HEYO! THIS IS NARIELLI ANGELINA CENTANNI BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME NANI / ELLI. I'M FROM SICILY, ITALY AND AM TWENTY-ONE. PSSHT! I'M ALSO PART OF THE WIPERS AND I AM DAMN PROUD OF IT, BABEH! MESS WITH THEM AND I MESS WITH CHU! BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M STILL TAKEN, SO ALL YOU GENTS CAN'T HAVE A PIECE OF THE MAGNIFICENT ME! PEOPLE EVEN SAY I LOOK LIKE AMY ADAMS SO OBVIOUSLY, YOU'LL BE HAVING SOME FUN! MAKE SURE YOU KEEP IN TOUCH! BECAUSE NOONE CAN HANDLE THIS AWESOME GAL!
AT THE BOTTOM OF EVERYTHING!
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