Post by steph on Oct 31, 2011 1:35:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] ALLISON LORAINE GIANCOLA  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname Ally, A.J. birthday 23/10/1991 place of birth Newark, New Jersey. gender female | [atrb=width,200] sexuality heterosexual nationality Italian. membergroup transplant play by Candice Swanepoel. |
| [cs=2] likes: fried bananas, peanut butter and jelly, pizza pringles, skateboarding, motorcycles (Harley's), orange juice, big sweaters, climbing trees, exploring, swimming, dancing, skirts, flats, Kiwi - her Italian Greyhound, Bertha her 1988 Ford purple pick up truck, The Breakfast Club, her late son Johnny, her husband. dislikes: soda, pickles, barbecue flavored anything, heights, airplanes, pink lemonade(lemons aren't pink...so what the fudge pops?), tight tops, roller coasters, closets, jellyfish, cars that aren't trucks, Jeep Wranglers, drunk fights, Molly Ringwald in Pretty In Pink for not ending up with Duckie, her husband. personality: sweet, friendly, grateful, loving, patient, intelligent, sarcastic, quiet, tomboy, mysterious, dreamer, hurt, distant. family: Mother - Ana Giancola (49) | Father - Lorenzo Giancola (53) | Sister - Claire Giancola (28) | Brother - Andrew Giancola (26) | Brother - Brian Giancola (24) | Brother - John Giancola (23) | Husband - Noah ___ | Son - Johnny (deceased at age 3) | Dog - Kiwi the Italian Greyhound (2). history: I was born Allison Loraine Giancola on a chilly October morning in the year 1991 at Columbus Hospital in Newark, New Jersey - the same hospital my four other siblings were born in. I should tell you right from the beginning that my conception was a complete and utter accident; one my parents have always loved and enjoyed. I grew up with a much too mature older sister and three much too immature older brothers, a maternally sound mother, and an overprotective swearing father. We are all Italian bred and my parents were originally from Brooklyn, New York. My mother was a waitress at a local pizzeria and my father was working at a perfume factory in order to pay for college. He dropped out of college when my mother was pregnant with Claire but managed to get a job in Jersey as a janitor at Essex County College. My mother, between having kids and being a housewife, worked at a day care center further downtown. Claire was always their princess and always a handful. She was strong, independent, opinionated, and didn't like to hear the word no. She was and always will be the family jewel which I don't mind. In all honesty, she deserves the title from all the hard work she's put into her entire life both socially and professionally. Claire went on to become a lawyer. Then came Andrew. He was more tender hearted and had a huge soft spot for animals. He went on to work as an animal rights activist and is currently going to school to become a veterinarian while living with his boyfriend, Thomas. He thought mom and dad were going to reject and shun them (considering how strictly Catholic and traditional our family has always been) but my parents accepted them and their interracial relationship though it took my father some getting used to on the gay front. Either way I don't think my parents could ever hate Thomas. He's great! Brian was a handful but differently than Claire. He was very brash and naive, too rebellious and wanted everything to go a certain way. He was all about speaking up against the government and having the tendency to be a bit of an ignorant fool. He is currently married and has twin infant girls with his gorgeous wife Amelia. He works as a social worker in Brooklyn not far from where Claire has her private practice in Manhattan and Andrew goes to Columbia University. My last sibling is John, or J as everyone calls him. I'd say I was always closest to him maybe because of our age but it was just that J was always there more than everyone else. He's a gigantic sweety pie and is more like a gentle giant. He has enough muscles to put any heavy weight champion to shame and he is madly in love with my best friend, Madison. who had convinced me to move to California. I currently live with J, just because living alone was never something I did very well considering my big family, which was why I got Kiwi in the first place. Without him or J, I probably wouldn't be as strong as I am today. Most of my life, I was considered a tomboy. Sure I wore skirts and dresses and all those girly things. A great example would have to be that at my father's sister's wedding, I showed up late to the reception on my skateboard in a pretty pink dress, heels, hair done really nice. I got picked on a lot while in school because I used to have this goofy smile and I was always really skinny. I had big hips, though, my entire life and by sixth grade girls used to tease me about it relentlessly. But my early years weren't anything horrible. My parents are still both every much alive and having fun pestering all of us with grand kids and in laws, my siblings and I all still keep in touch and talk at least once a week. That was never the problem in my life. My problem came my sophomore year of high school. I met this guy. Isn't that how all problems start? He was a senior but he didn't go to the high school I attended in Newark. I met him when I cut class one day and decided to go to the city. We were in Times Square taking pictures and he'd been with a couple people before I approached him and asked him to take a picture of my friends and I under the big Toys R Us sign. After that, our two groups just seemed to intermingle and soon enough, I was cutting class more often to go see him in the city or around Newark. One thing lead to another and by the end of sophomore year, when I was fifteen, I found myself devastatingly pregnant. The worst part was breaking the news to him and my parents. When J, Andrew, and Brian found out they immediately wanted him dead. They told me they would castrate him and pummel him into the ground but Claire calmed them down and she gave me all the options out of the table that mom and dad would give me. I immediately refused to get an abortion. I didn't believe in it and I wanted to take responsibility for what we had done. I did love him. I truly did...with ever fiber of my being...and it wasn't like he wasn't wealthy. He had more than enough money and this I knew. I told him a few days after finding out and speaking to my siblings. He at first opted we get an abortion and that he would pay for it and everything could go back to normal. He said we could keep dating, no one would have to know, and that they wouldn't get into any trouble for it or anything. But we argued over it and finally, we went and told my parents and his together and claimed we would keep it. Immediately, his parents said no that their son wasn't going to just go with any Italian hussy and how on earth could he know the baby was his or not. My parents bashed them horribly and said that the reasonable thing to do was to have a traditional Catholic wedding, under their consent, in order to keep the baby from being born a bastard. I could see they were disappointed in me but also proud I wasn't backing down. I guess you could say I just grew up during my pregnancy and hasty marriage that my boyfriend didn't want. He didn't want a baby and he didn't want to get married. He still had universities-TOP and ELITE universities to think about-his life to worry about and I guess he never did love me. But what can I expect? We grew up on opposite sides of the tracks. Johnny was born a big, healthy boy on August 2 when I was sixteen years old. He became my pride and joy and I moved in with my husband by then in a beautiful New York City brownstone he inherited from his late grandfather. I was happy, I swear. I was happy with taking night courses. I didn't care that I was seen as a social pariah in high school while I'd been pregnant. My best friend Maddy never left my side and he and I had the support of my entire family and eventually his on our side. My mother came frequently to visit Johnny and I and even though I wasn't working, I did all the housework, I cooked, I tried to be...perfect. But nothing can ever be perfect... <p> When Johnny was two years old, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. By then, my husband and I weren't on good terms. I saw him with another chick from the college he attended and frustrated I barely got to see him and that he just seemed to not care, I moved out...but didn't file for divorce. I was living back home with my parents looking for a job when Johnny started getting sick. My husband didn't come by too much to see Johnny and despite being surrounded by so many people, he always lit up whenever he saw his father. But less than a year later, Johnny passed away..and my husband had just left a month before on an internship in England. I was devastated and for the first time in my entire life I felt completely alone. I had practically lived at the hospital the entire time, sat in bed and read him bedtime stories or brought him treats so he wouldn't have to think about all the medications they were pumping into him. I listened to him cry when they gave him needles and I watched him slowly wither away...My husband didn't make it to the funeral. His flight got delayed according to him. I stopped reacting to things around that time. I'd only been eighteen years old and I couldn't believe my baby didn't even make it to first grade. When my husband got back from England, he came to see me but all we did was argue. All I could really do was cry and just be so frustrated with him. I threw things at him, hit him, did everything to get the hurt out but even to this day it still hurts. Where had he been when we needed him? He was there to make Johnny but he couldn't be there to take care of him with me? To make him feel better when he was hurting? No...he was too busy continuing on with his life without us...like we never happened. Finally, I gave up, feeling like a failure as a wife, a lover, a mother, a care giver, everything. Maddy had been going to a college in California and she recommended I move out there maybe with J in order to clear my head. So we packed our bags and went. I didn't tell my husband where I was going or what I was doing. I just needed to get away and I haven't heard from him since. I changed my number and eventually, while living here in California, I started working as a waitress in order to pay for school. I plan on making a name for myself as a teacher and maybe someday I'll reach that goal... Until then-I sent the divorce papers. steph - 20 - super experienced She was sitting in her living room, feeling a bit awkward in her own home since she was rarely ever really in there other than to watch the news. When she had those online press conferences, she was generally in a separate room in her lab where her office was located and where the door was heavily padlocked, much like the first basement door, since all her most important possessions were in there minus her mother's wedding ring. That remained around her neck on a thin golden chain and hidden beneath her clothes. She made sure it was never seen by anyone. She'd taken it before anyone in the family could notice it was gone and if they knew, they hadn't stopped her. Sitting there, her bright orbs ran over the deep teal coloring of the walls. She could still remember why she chose the color-because it was relaxing. At the moment, it did help ease her nerves as she sat on her ivory colored couch, a notebook in hand and her thick black framed glasses in place that she really only used while in her own house and on those rare occasions she needed them outside of the house. She disliked contacts. They made her eyes feel uncomfortable. She knew he'd never seen her wearing them and he better not dare make fun of her. She looked like a geek, she knew, but she needed them and she wasn't going to just not wear them. She was behind closed doors. She'd live. Still in the clothing from when they'd arrived, she crossed one leg over the other, her back straight as she waited attentively for his words of wisdom to enlighten her. Everything was still ridiculously clean and dust free as she always had it and the room had the symmetry it needed to keep her mind from wanting to tear everything apart. It was obvious through and through that the living room hadn't seen much living in it. "DVD. Open," she stated clearly since they would obviously need to watch movies considering the subject. A slit in the wall beneath the large flat screen television opened on command and a DVD player slid out, ready to Trip to put whatever movie he was going to put into it. The majority of her electronics in the living room were voice activated but that was all she really had time to do with the house other than the obvious renovations. Everything else was still old school and manual. "Television On, HDMI one," and the television responded with ease, turning on and going to the appropriate setting so the DVD would work. She had a fine point pen between her thin fingers (always black ink) and a composition notebook on a fresh page ready to take notes like the typical good student she was. This was how she learned in her other classes...Miro made fun of her for it constantly which bothered her but made her feel funny that he bothered noticing those tiny details about her like how he handed her a pen with blue ink instead of black just to laugh and say he was joking and give her the black ink pen. It was silly, those stupid little things...But weren't those stupid little things what made her parents' marriage so surprisingly successful despite the many, many hardships that were embodied by her mother? Maybe. Or maybe she was being a stupid infatuated teenager like she had been with Hector... The last thing she wanted was another Hector. So she would have to put all her energy on this little art of film lesson. She'd push Miro and his late night visit out of her mind, push out of her mind all her work and studying, and just give Trip Reiner her undivided attention. Didn't Trip know Miro? Hopefully it wasn't because of drugs. She, for some reason, couldn't see Trip Reiner doing drugs. Not the ones she made anyway. If he was, she'd be providing him with his own untimely death just as he'd been providing her her own with the blue lotus flowers, "What are we going to watch?" Questions. It was what her first grade teacher told her to always do: always question everything and you will eventually know the answer to everything even if the person you are asking doesn't know. Trip would be used to this, wouldn't he? Being as smart as he claimed to be...Well, she couldn't complain. She didn't even know what movie she was supposed to be doing the paper on. She was obviously a bit swamped with everything else but she wanted to get this done and out of the way so she could return to what was more important on her agenda... But she wanted to do it right. FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
***I changed the bg color because I couldn't read the text D: I can change it back if anything!
