barrone, jessica ana

[jessica barrone.]

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jessica barrone, twenty, socialite , blunt .

NAME,

[/color] jessica ana barrone
NICKNAMES,[/color] just jess
AGE,[/color] twenty
BIRTH DATE,[/color] august fifteenth
HOMETOWN,[/color] barcelos, portugal
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FAMILY,[/color]

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welcome to orlando, do you mind telling us how you came to be here ?

after moving to the us, i finished college in los angeles where my father had moved us to after my mother passed away of a cancer that she hid from us until her final three weeks living. her reminder was all over the place in portugal so that's when we came out here. ucla got boring for me, so i decided to move out here to orlando. should be a little more excited, yeah?

explain a day in your shoes, we want to know all the dirty secrets .

an entire day? well, to be honest since i was born into money i can do whatever the hell i want during the day. but right now, i wake up in the morning, have some cocoa pebbles and watch a little tv, before i check my emails, and do some work for dad's company. sometimes a conference via video chat. by the time i finish, i get up from that, shower, call a few friends and make some plans for the night. there's usually always a party around somewhere to keep us busy.

what is the most significant event in your life ?

it was probably the day i found out my mother had cancer. i remember exactly where i was. it was at my cousin's sweet 16 in portugal when i was seventeen. my uncle had spilled the beans by asking about my mom thinking that we'd known, and my brother christian had come over and told me about it. i remember going blank, my best friend sam carabas was standing right next to holding my hand, because everything was finally starting to change between him and i then. but it was him saying my name over and over that i remember as i started into the magenta dark of the room, the lights flickering off the disco ball on the ceiling, and my older sister maya grasping my hand.

everyone has a story, a bit of background information, surely you do to, mind sharing ?

back in the day, cristiano barrone was born to a broken family of a tortured mother and a blatantly careless father. from the first day on the earth as a child cristiano and his father nikolai were doomed to never have a legitimate relationship like any other father and son, and it started with the absence of nikolai at cristiano's (the third child born to violet and nikolai) birth. growing older, cristiano came to understand that being the head of the barrone trade enterprise requires being on call or always available but seeing the way nikolai went about things and the way he treated violet made him completely disappointed in his father. like his brothers and sister (victor, marcas, and dahlia), cristiano developed a strong dislike for his father, and steered closer to their mother who needed all the help she could get around their lush portugese residence, and emotionally. when not at home tending to his crumbling family, cristiano attended private school in their hometown of barcelos. with dreams of making it onto their national soccer team, cristiano worked at his craft, winning awards, and recognition for his skill as a sweeper on his school's team.

the championship game of his career, in high school that decided their fate in nationals, a collision with another player caused the tearing of his acl and the eventual end to his short lived soccer career. with no other options, cristiano was forced to take over the family oil company when all of his siblings passed up the offer to move on to their own delights. one thing that cristiano vowed to himself upon taking on the career was an even balance among work, and his personal life. so by immersing himself in the company, cristiano expanded the enterprise by opening trade with newer countries and flexing their requirements to tend to lower offers, eventually opening up a larger market for their trade, and raking in more money that his now deadbeat father ever could. it wasn't until age 34 that cristiano, decided to pull on the breaks a bit and settle down with moro narcrova, the daughter of a russian client of his that he'd met when her father baruch nacrova invited cristiano to a gala in pskov, russia. it was only after a few mere glances from across the room and a short couple dances that cristiano had her giggling at all of his poor efforts for jokes, and attempts at wooing her.

it was a mere two years later that the two married, in a sunny lisbon portugal reception where the two would settle down and start their family after two years. cristiano made sure to not only himself and moro that no matter how immersed in work he became he would never forget about her, or treat her in anyway how his father treated his own mother. after two years of marriage, the first of their eventual five children was born, dane marcelho barrone to the couple, both immersed in baby joy immediately decided to conceive again, and at dane's age of one year and three months, another boy was born under the name of christian nikhill barrone. pleased with their growing family, moro and cristiano enjoyed their two sons, and after two years, moro conceived once more, bringng in their third son kingston xenik barrone, with three sons already moro took into account her desperate want for a baby girl.

conceiving once more her wishes were granted when maya sofia barrone was born first of their girls, and jessica ana barrone was born to the family next on august fifth following after maya, a rainy day in lisbon, portugal to a very nervous couple. while jessica wasn't the last child out of the then four children she was close to not being born at all. after her older brother kingston was born into the barrone family with an extreme amount of trouble throughout her pregnancy, moro was informed that the chances of not only getting pregnant but the child actually living were close to slim. and though she was disappointed, moro deliberated that the chance was worth it to try for a girl. assigned to bed rest, and constant doctor's appointments, moro carried out jess's pregnancy who after the threat of a miscarriage, almost didn't happen. moro was ecstatic when her hard work resulted in jessica being born at a healthy eight pounds, seven ounces, and cristiano barrone was just as enthused to finally have a baby girl within his family, and tying the tubes and stopping at five children.

growing up, jessica was always quite close with her older brothers dane, christian, and kingston who to this day are the ideal older brothers, and balancing the responsibilities of maturing. due to growing up with kingston as an older brother -the complete 'dude'- it caused jessica to be a bit more tomboyish than anything, even despite jessica's mother's best efforts to keep her girly side intact, that didn't pay off until her twelfth year when her mother enrolled her in debutante training as tradition in not only her russian background but her father's portuguese one as well. her upbringing in portugal involved her around a lot of her family, and her oodles of cousins. a lot of teenage life centered her hanging out with friends from st. ana's (her private school), or going to her father's family gatherings, or flying out to her mother's ones in pskov.

middle school to most of high school were pretty typical for jessica; boys here and there as well but nothing life changing until the end of her sophomore year. it was supposed to be the best summer before junior year of high school -the most important-, but it turned itself in the largest shit show around. around the middle of jessica's junior year her mother began to go back and forth to the doctor's for a reason that she wouldn't tell jessica, maya or any of her brothers. every time she would go it would be for 'check ups', some lame excuse about how her back was bothering her, about a cold or constant headaches, but she wasn't fooling anyone in the house too much when she began to shrink in size, and grown noticeably paler in appearance. as far as jessica knew, back aches, and headaches didn't cause a noticeable change in weight, pigmentation, or take a toll on the thickness of her mother's one lustrious black hair. something was wrong and everyone knew it.

jessica could remember that she was at a party when she got the news from christian, that her mother was actually suffering from ovarian cancer. every distinct graphic still sticks in her head. the light that she stared at in the dim magenta room of her cousin's quince after everything began to process in her head. maya was standing with her. her body went completely numb, all except the feel of maya's scared hand grabbing at hers. all those times that she'd been saying that she was going on trips to visit their grandmother a city away, she was in the hospital getting operations done, and staying overnight. as predicted, jessica and her siblings were angry, especially upon finding out that time was slowly wearing out for their mother. why wouldn't she tell them? if her time was wearing out wouldn't she want to spend it dearly with her children, or savor all that was left? it wasn't until a few weeks before a family gathering that they all threw at their house every year that it had finally happened. a typical sunday morning around this time involved, jessica, maya, kingston, christian, dane and maya and jessica's best friends sam and keegan carabas getting up to make breakfast for the family with the help of the kitchen chef. when everything was set on the table with the children waiting in their seats, and the food was starting to get cold that they all noticed that something was obviously wrong. sure their parents were late risers but this was ridiculous. christian had decided to take the fall and check upstairs for their parents, but the face he wore when he'd come back downstairs and the "call an ambulance" were enough to let the kids know that the end had finally come.

tired of hearing everyone ask about moro and how the family was doing, cristiano made the decision to up and moved the family to the united states to get away from lisbon and the reminder of moro around every corner. in the us, cristiano chose to move the family at first to manhattan, new york's trade office, but then decided to move the family to a less busy portion of the country opting for the lost angeles offices instead.

fears, goals, dreams, why dont you tell us where you wish to be in five years time ?

in five years time, i hope to finally be done with college which isn't hard to imagine, and i'll probably still be working with my father. i won't be much older, only around twenty-five, so maybe i'll do something fun like backpacking somewhere or something. or maybe i'll go back to portugal, or pskov for a while. i want to be happy, that's about it. i just fear being alone, and being bored with life.

just one last question, what are three things you cant live without .

my family, my cellphone, my dog niko

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Sensations often came in many different variations, of this Norah was knowledgeable, but in this case, experience held no justice. More than half the time she'd been sitting here, her heart had been pathetically trying to jut itself from within her restricting chest cavity, to escape for the euphoria of the pleasant cafe air. Their hands connected together produced none other than a feeling of fire and ice colliding for the burn of their skin touching and the ice of them sticking together in perfect harmony. It was wrong in so many ways, but right in so many others. A feeling that couldn't be conveyed with all the words in a book, or the shots of a movie, something you just had to experience to know. It was poetic really, but complex to understand. Norah's mind was caught in a tassle of strings, each having a different importance, and only getting caught together more as she struggled to make some sense of them, and keep them orderly. But there was no such luck for her. She wasn't about to tell him to shut up, but Elliot's nicely uttered words only set her mind in a further tangle. She was making it worse for herself as well as their fingers played in a choreographed dance, each doing their part simultaneously with movements enough to make the other's heartbeat try for a triathlon. Norah noted the softness of the skin of his hand as her thumb lightly grazed the organ, tracing the neat patterns of a circle along the skin. As he spoke, her eyes took in his wonderfully sculpted features. The soft skin of his hand stretched along his frame, reaching his face with a few dark brown birthmarks here and there which added character to him. His almond shaped eyes that held within the warm orbs that penetrated her so. And he didn't have a girlfriend why??? Norah was sure that would've made things a lot easier to deal with... or rather harder.

Throughout their conversation, Norah could feel Elliot's hand clench hers at moments of climax, but then loosen in the slightest, though in no way releasing their hold on her own fingers. If this were any other day, she wouldn't have run into Elliot at all, in fact, the only time she would've seen him would've been at someone's house party, or by chance a local club where they would've greeted each other, had a drink, caught up with one another, and maybe move onto the dance floor where they would press against one another in ways that would make Aiden mad. But hey, it was only a dance right? This was different. Different in a way that was making Norah believe that meeting up at the club, going to casually hang out, or have her drag him shopping like her slave, many time she had done that before. Who would've thought that a simple club meeting, and maybe a little promiscuous movement would be idly preferred over a conversation at the coffee shop? Certainly not Norah, but as she sat here, thoughts of Aiden filled her head. He wouldn't be very please to see this, Norah's hand running comfortingly over Elliot's own hand and wrist, the action being warmly reciprocated on her own. Not one bit, he wouldn't. But Norah couldn't deny that she was pleasantly surprised with Elliot today, the information that he was sharing, how caring he was turning out to be, it was so un-Elliot, a different side of him that she was feeling extremely privileged to be able to see. She had a feeling not many people were given the opportunity. As she apologized, she felt that she must've disturbed him a bit, but wanted to question why. He straightened up in his seat, his spine straightening, and a sigh releasing from his lungs as his fingers loosened themselves from within hers as if he were trying not to be seen like this. But she remained where she was, her eyes inspecting him, as her hand roamed around his wrist once more. Norah watched, satisfied as he slumped lower into the seat, she could feel his fingers tighten within her own, and his spare hand began to roam along her own forearm, his larger fingers tracing shaped along her hand as she'd been doing before. She could feel her breath idle in her throat, and she struggled to encase the feelings she were having into the pit of her stomach. With a hard blink of her eyes towards the table she made her suggestion,; to rekindle his connection with his sister and nephew. If they were such a big part of his life, then why would he not try anything to have them back? This confused her, and her puzzle expression began to show as he explained why, ” it’s … it’s not like that, though, norah. i drove her away, it was my mistake that drove her away. however much i appreciate it, i don’t deserve your sympathy” he was being too hard on himself, of this Norah was positive. She'd been there, where he had been when he'd lost them, uncontrolled, and alone. Norah was aware of the angered tone in Elliot's voice though it was low, and barely there. She didn't mean to anger him, ” if i went to find her, i’d just get even more disappointed, because she wouldn’t want to see me. i can’t do that to her and aiden” she watched sadly, as Elliot's head dropped, and his fingers stopped their motion along her skin. Her heart wrenched in her chest at him feelings. Did he really think that? Georgia was family, and Aiden was undoubtedly an object of his affection, by seeing the new person Elliot was, Norah had no doubt that she would want Elliot back in her son's life. She wanted so badly to speak, to encourage him more, but by her earlier words she know that she had frustrated him, and she was afraid that with any other words of encouragement would only aggravate him more. She didn't want that in the slightest.

Leaning over the table a bit more, Norah didn't focus on the proximity they were caught in, but more that they were on the same level. She removed her hand from his wrist, and took the liberty of reaching over and placing her hand beneath his chin and guiding it upwards to face her before laying it down on the table. Her eyes jutted into his, emerald to his auburn, each color sweeping through the other cleanly picking up any place they'd never roamed, "elliot, she's your sister. she loves you, she knows how great you are, and she knows how much you love aiden. she'd want to see you, i'd even go as far as to bet that she worries about how you are everyday. maybe she's just afraid. i know exactly where you are, elliot. how you're feeling. i was there," pulling her head back just a bit, she looked down to their entwined hands over the light wood of the table as her mind flashed horrible images of her when she'd first come to Palm Beach, how she'd acted. She swallowed a bit, before opening her mouth to speak, "when i'd first come to palm beach after my father died, i didn't know how to handle anything. i wanted to get away from it all, and so....i turned to parties, and all the alcohol. i brought boys home at late hours of the night with no consent to aaron and how he would take it. i was horrible. and over time i realized just how horrible i'd become. i got brought home in a cop car. i'd never thought of how my father would feel if he saw me. how right my mother would feel if she saw me, like she'd been right for leaving me, but i opened up to aaron, and things just changed from there you know?" Norah's eyes flickered from the table softly up to Elliot's eyes again, as she placed the free hand she had back over their tangled ones, "i swear, you'll feel so much better if you go to her. tell her, and show her how you've changed, and how much you miss them. she can't deny you, you're family," Norah looked into his eyes deeper, trying to convey just how right she could be about this. he'd gain so much more, and she'd wanted him to be happy more than anything right now.

Norah gave his hands a soft squeeze and a hopeful look before she sat back in her chair a bit, and looked over and out the window, the cars passing by, and the people going about. She sighed, and before turning back to Elliot. She knew the mood had taken a deeper turn, and she wanted to brighten things up a bit. Slinging her bag on her shoulder softly, Norah cleared her throat, turning herself back to face Elliot, she threw on a smile, leaning her elbows on the table hopefully giving Elliot a look that she couldn't refuse, "what do you say we go do something a bit more upbeat hmm?" giving his hands yet another gentle squeeze before she grabbed her coffee and stood up, her grip not releasing his fingers just yet. Moving over to stand a bit in front of his seat, she attempted to pull him from the chair he was sitting in. Once he arose to his feet, she smile before dragging him out of the coffee shop, and out to the street releasing his hand once they got to the sidewalk where they'd bumped into each other not too long ago. Turning to him, Norah raised her eyebrows, "Destinations, pick one, let's go," she spoke quickly as she looked up to him. Her cellphone began to vibrate within her purse continually. She hoped that Elliot couldn't hear it and notice her blatantly ignoring it. She didn't feel like having any kind of interruptions right now. Whatever it was would have to wait til later.