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#Post#: 305270--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Tomi
Date: December 17, 2012, 3:18 am
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[center]Chuckling as he was pushed away, he turned his back and
waited patiently until he was dragged back once more. Laughing
softly, he shook his head at her. "No way in hell are you of all
people a prude. If anyone is, it's that woman." He smiled a bit
and held Monica close. They were going to have a brilliant life
together, he was sure of that. When the woman presented the
black velvet box with two rings tied up with a purple ribbon, he
smiled and took the box. After paying her, and giving her a
generous tip for her tolerance of his attitude. "S-sir, that's
too much." She said meekly. He shook his head and chuckled.
"You've dealt with that woman's attitude as well as my own. I'm
sure you did fine work on the engravement as well. So please."
Sighing softly, she gave a nervous smile and nodded. "Thank
you." She said quietly. Giotto nodded and pulled Monica close to
him. "So love, we've got your dress, the rings, and the place
picked out. Anything else you'd like to take care of today?"
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#Post#: 305271--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Hera and Sita
Date: December 17, 2012, 3:31 am
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[center]When Giotto told her she wasn’t, Monica blew out a sigh,
and smiled warmly. “Well, that’s a relief, wouldn’t want you
marrying a prude, now, eh?” Once he paid the woman, Monica
smiled brightly at her, then took her fiancée’s hand and began
to pull him with her to the car, “Yeah, I want you to meet
someone then we can do whatever you want to do!” Once they were
fastened in the car, after calling her car her baby and cooing
to the machine, she got her started and grinned. “See, love?
She’s good to go for a while…” She backed out of the parking
place, and this time as they were on their way to a small
section of houses, it was a longer drive, making Monica more
nervous by the second. Every now and then she would look at the
road, then peak a glance to Giotto, then look back to the road,
a soft sigh slipped her lips, then they were at the house. She
got out of the car after parking it, and turning it off. “This
is one of my friend’s house, he’s a very sweet guy and he wants
to do your bachelor party.” She grinned and walked to the door,
rapping her knuckles on the frame four times. After a few
minutes a man came out, looking like shit. His black hair was
everywhere, Monica glanced at him and started to giggle.
He looked to her, then to Giotto and then he gasped. “Hij ...
Is uw Fiance? ~! Mijn meisje, je weet hoe om ze te plukken.”
Monica laughed nervously, “Dorwin, English?” As if
understanding, Dorwin gave a nod and cleared his throat. “So,
you the infamous fiancée.” He smiled and held his hand out. “I’d
be greatful to plan your bachelor party? My sissy is going to
throw the girls a party aswell.” [/center]
#Post#: 305272--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Tomi
Date: December 17, 2012, 3:45 am
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[center]For a small woman, she sure could drag him around.
Laughing at the thought, they looked like two teenagers who were
love struck the way they acted. Once he was settled in the car
and they went off to her friend's house. He stood there with his
hands in his pockets, looking around. It was a nice and homely
neighborhood. If his future wife trusted her friend enough to
throw his bachelor party, then he would as well. Though when he
was greeted with a man who looked a little off his best, he
chuckled when Monica told him to speak english. Monica was still
unaware of how versatile he was with languages. Having to speak
with other mafias and mobs, he often found himself being the
translator. So he took pride in learning new languages. "Ik
spreek vloeiend Nederlands mijn vriend. Hoewel mijn verloofde is
nog aan het leren dit soort dingen over mij elke dag. Je bent
meer dan welkom om mijn partij te plannen. Als Monica vertrouwt
erop dat u genoeg om mij aan u te brengen, dan kan ik vertrouw
je net zo goed om te weten hoe je een goede tijd te hebben." His
voice poured out smoothly and charmingly as he smiled to the
man, giving him a quaint nod. [/center]
#Post#: 305273--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Hera and Sita
Date: December 17, 2012, 4:13 am
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[center]Dorwin listened to what Giotto said and he grinned
widely, and clapped his hands. He turned to Monica, and began to
speak his home language. “Kun je dit geloven, Monica? Uw liefde
gaat echt om me te laten plannen zijn vrijgezellenfeest, is dit
niet geweldig?! Ik vind hem beter dan Frederick. En ik geloof
dat Giotto ook zal blijven, zal hij niet bedriegen op u!” Monica
gritted her teeth but smiled widely at him. “I agree, Dorwin.
It’s great.” She smiled to Giotto, and slid her arms around his
waist, to hold him close, and this time Dorwin spoke to Giotto.
“En jij, Giotto, zal voor haar zorgen, goed?” Monica laughed,
“As if I need being taken care of.” After receiving a look from
Dorwin she nodded, “So, you get to planning and we’ll go… Well,
wherever you want to..” She smiled.[/center]
#Post#: 305274--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Tomi
Date: December 17, 2012, 4:24 am
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[center]Giotto couldn't help but to laugh a bit. His arms
tightly going around Monica as he smiled. "Ik doe niet zoiets
als bedriegt haar, Dorwin. Ik hou van haar veel te veel om nog
een blik werpen op een andere vrouw als dat. Ja, ik zal geweldig
zijn om haar en ik zal voor haar zorgen. Zelfs als ze niet
moeten zijn." Grinning to Monica, he leaned down and pressed a
gentle kiss to her lips before he nodded in thanks and goodbye
to Dorwin. "Why don't we go to that food place you enjoy so
much?" He drawled smoothly, gently guiding her back to the car.
Pulling her closer to him, he leaned his back against the side
of her car while he held her against him. "Or we could go home
and you could show me just how much of a not prude you are." He
said playfully, nipping at her lower lip. He had waited this
long, he was sure he could wait a few more days until they were
married. Yet he couldn't really contain his want to show her how
much he wanted her. Chuckling, he cupped her cheek gently in his
large palm. "I love you Monica." He smiled brightly and
straightened up, opening her car door for her and winking.
"Shall we m'dear?" [/center]
#Post#: 305275--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Hera and Sita
Date: December 17, 2012, 4:58 am
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[center]Monica smiled as she was held by Giotto, “Yes, I
think we should go skip dinner, and just head home.” She
gave him a wink, pressing her palms lightly against his chest,
and a soft purr flew from her lips at the feeling of the nipping
he gave her lip. Pressing her palms a bit harder against his
chest, she pushed away from him, and whispered. “Then we
better get home, yes?” But before he could answer, she
scurried away from him and towards the driver’s side of
the car; she got inside the car, and put the keys in. Starting
the car she waited until Giotto was situated. Once he was, she
backed out and waved toward Dorwin who was beaming with
happiness, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to be
in his best friend’s wedding. Once they were on the road,
Monica’s excitement meter was going wild at that moment.
Once they were at a stop light, she leaned over to give Giotto a
gentle kiss, and then drove more, until it happened. That
dreadful pain spiraled up her spine, and she clenched her eyes
shut, and in that moment, as her eyes began to open, she say it.
Those lights were coming too fast, and before she could do
anything, she felt her little car shifting and squeezing as the
crash took place, making Monica scream, and having her head hit
the window, causing her to knock out. Her eyes were shut. Later
that day, probably about twelve hours later, Monica heard the
faint beeping. Her eyes opened and she gritted her teeth.
“Oimyheadhurts…” Suddenly she felt a pair of
cold hands on her arm and she began to shiver. Shhh calm,
you’re doing great… Monica… Can you hear me?
Monica groaned and slowly sat up. “Giotto…?
Giotto?” She looked around and for a few minutes all she
saw was black then a bright light and she cringed back.
“Where…” she began to get frantic;
“GIOTTO!!” Then there was a prick to her skin and
she whimpered, a hand slowly pushing her down and her eyes shut
and darkness consuming her once more… Later that day, she
was fully awake and sitting by Giotto’s side, she had one
of his hands in hers and she was stroking his knuckles with his
thumbs, refusing to leave until he woke up. As she stroked his
knuckles, she kept wishing he’d open his eyes, “I
love you too… My OttyBear… Just please… Wake
up…”
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#Post#: 305276--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Tomi
Date: December 17, 2012, 5:54 am
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[center]Giotto was grinning wildly as he slipped into the car.
He was excited, enthralled actually. It was a wonderful feeling
that he'd get to show her how much he loved her. Though he
frowned when he saw her lurch forward. "Monica?" Then, he felt
his weight shifting on the impact. His arms wrapped around her
and he curled himself around her. Thankful that he hadn't put on
his seat belt out of being excited, he could feel the car
shifting. Being slammed around as the little bug was crumpled
beneath the front of a semi truck, he kept his vice grip on her.
It was no surprise that he had taken the brunt of most of the
damage. Maimed by glass and metal from the car, he felt pavement
beneath him from the car being on the side and her window being
busted. His entire body was flaming with pain, but Monica looked
relatively alright. He was gazing down at her with dazed vision,
blood masking his eyes as he slowly whispered something in a
broken voice. "You'll be okay Monica.." Straining himself to
unbuckle her seat belt, he found his arm to be pretty useless
due to the white bone sticking from it. No, he could endure this
for a little longer. He had to get her out of the car.
Fading in and out of consciousness, he was struggling with what
limbs would move, willing them to keep moving despite injuries.
He could faintly hear people in the background of the mess, but
he couldn't make out any words. Leaning himself backwards, he
let out a cry of pain as he kicked the passenger door ajar and
lifted Monica out of it. Tumbling off the side of the car
backwards, his arms were tightly wrapped around her as he
struggled to keep himself from screaming again on impact. His
entire body hurt, he couldn't think straight. Though he could
hear sirens and there was a man who had rushed over to them,
nothing was anything that made sense right now. The intense pain
in his body causing ringing in his head as he stared up at the
sky through the bloodied haze. "I lo..Love you Monica.." He
strained out the whisper, thinking that today might be his last
day of living. The man that had rushed over to them was a
paramedic. The car was completely totaled and they were prepared
to rip the door off with the jaws of life before Giotto had
kicked it off it's hinges only to tumble to the ground. The last
thing that happened before he reached the blackness of
unconsciousness, he was gripping Monica's hand in the ambulance.
The paramedics were working hard to keep him alive. He had
sustained a lot of injuries, glass was protruding from many
parts of him through tattered clothes and he had a massive head
wound. They were amazed by the fact that he had gotten the woman
out of the crumpled car. When they arrived at the hospital, Ray
was already there. When they were about to cut Giotto's hair,
the man right out refused the notion so they had to work around
it. As the person listed as his emergency contact and family
aside from Monica, they could only do so much when it came to
things that were absolutely not allowed for religious purposes.
Luckily, it was only Giotto's hair, nothing else prevented them
from what they had to do. By the time Monica had awoken the
second time and had gone to Giotto's room, Ray was standing
there. His black hair a mess and all over the place, he looked
like he hadn't slept at all. Pacing the room frantically, he was
in tears and absolutely broken by all of this. "Giotto.. Wake up
man.. Monica's here." he said in a broken voice, giving a light
shake to his friend.
Though when Giotto didn't even stir, he bit down on his knuckle
and sat down beside Monica, holding his head. "Wake up man..
Please wake up.." He muttered, rocking back and forth slightly.
"The guys need you.. I need you.. We're not ready to lose you,
Giotto.." Giotto laid in the hospital bed, bandaged in many
places from head to toe. His eye bandaged and his head bandaged
as well, his right shoulder and arm, as well as various parts of
his torso and legs. They had speculated that he wouldn't wake
up, that he was comatose for good due to brain injury and strain
from him pulling Monica out of the car. The nurse had come in to
check Giotto's vitals and also check on Monica, her sad smile
spreading across her lips. She had a kind face. When Monica
spoke, Ray almost lost it. His sobbing continued until the nurse
was suddenly frantic. "I need the doctor in here! Right now!"
She shouted, and soon the man came running in. While Monica was
stroking his bandaged hand, her voice had stirred something. He
could hear her, but he couldn't make out what she was saying.
Who was talking to him? Why was he hurting so bad? Slowly, his
eyes flittered open to greet a bright light.
Groaning, he raised his other hand to his face and slung his arm
over his eyes. "Huh?" He tried to sit up only to be greeted by
great pain. Crying out, he bit into his lip and laid back down
stiffly, removing his arm to look around. Seeing darkness on one
side, he used his good eye to look around. Seeing two women and
two men, he noticed the first woman was holding his hand. Did he
know her? Confusion was prominent in his mind until he heard the
doctor speak, looking to him. "How are you feeling, Giotto?"
Frowning, Giotto didn't recognize his own name. "Who's Giotto?"
He questioned tiredly. The nurse and doctor exchanged a look
before looking to him once more. "You are.." The nurse said
softly. "I am? I sound like an otter.." He mumbled. Ray shot up
and glared at the doctor. "What the hell does this mean!?" he
shouted, infuriated. "Giotto, man do you know who I am?!" He
asked his friend, getting a confused glance in response. "No..
do I know you? And.. Who are you?" He asked the last part while
he turned his eyes to the woman who was holding his hand,
looking injured and distraught. "Can someone tell me what
happened? I can't remember anything.. It hurts."
The doctor sighed a bit and looked over the folder for a moment,
looking at the pictures of the car crash that was taken and the
pictures of Giotto pulling Monica out of the car and laying
there before being taken to the hospital. "Well... Your car was
hit by a semi truck. From the degree of your injuries and where
they're at, we came to the conclusion that you had wrapped
yourself around Miss.Donne upon the impact to keep her from
getting as injured. This caused you to sustain more injuries
from glass, metal, and various impacts with the pavement from
the car tumbling and the windows being shattered due to you
being thrown around. They were about to use the jaws of life to
pry the passenger door open to get you two out of the vehicle,
but you had some how kicked the door off it's hinges and pulled
Miss.Donne out of the car with you. You fell to the ground on
your back, making the head trauma you had gotten during the
crash worse. These photos are from spectators who had taken
pictures during and after the event."
Giotto frowned a bit, taking the pictures in his hand and
looking at them one by one. The way he was holding the woman
seemed like he cared about her a great deal. It pained him that
he couldn't remember anything, not even who he was. Wincing at
some of the pictures, he slowly pushed them away and looked at
Ray and Monica. "I can't remember.. I'm sorry.." He said
quietly, though the nurse shook her head. "Your memory may
return over time, Mr.Malone. Until then, you need to take it
easy. Ray, may I please speak with you in the hall?" He only
nodded, still infuriated that his friend had amnesia. "Ray, you
two might be able to trigger his memory. Introduce him slowly
into things that he enjoyed or things he did. There's always a
trigger that will ignite memories when it comes to amnesia." Ray
nodded, still upset, he went back into the room. Giotto gave
Monica's hand a gentle squeeze. "I really am sorry that I can't
remember who I am.. Or who you are.. From the looks of things, I
care about you a great deal.. Are you my sister? Or someone
close to me?" He asked, frowning softly. [/center]
#Post#: 305277--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Hera and Sita
Date: December 17, 2012, 6:35 am
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[center]Monica sat there, stroking his hand with a care she
showed no one else. She didn’t care what happened next as long
as he… As long as he woke up… As soon as she heard the nurse
shouting, she didn’t hear the words that were being poured out
of her mouth she just heard… shouting. She didn’t see anything
but Giotto; but what she saw sped her heart up, he was waking
up. He wasn’t dead! He was alive! Monica was almost so happy she
could jump up into the air, and shout ‘Yes!’ to the world, until
she heard him say, Who are you? while looking at her. Her heart
lurched but she didn’t cry just yet she just gritted her teeth,
not saying a word. Slowly she looked towards Ray, her heart
seemed to start slowing down. “He… He doesn’t remember me…” She
looked towards the nurse feeling the tears start to well up,
anger like nothing more boiled in her blood, it made her want to
snap someone’s neck. But she kept Giotto’s hand in her’s.
“Shhh…” She whispered, and when the nurse took Ray out, she
looked at Giotto as he got her attention by squeezing her hand.
“You… Your sister?” Her lips began to quiver and she stood up
straight, looking out the window that was on the other side of
the room. She jerked her hand from his and walked to the window,
forming her hands into fists, and slamming them on the window
sill. “I’m not your fucking sister!” The tears that had welled
began to stream down her face. “If you call your fiancée close
to you? Then I guess I’m fucking close to you…” It was like she
couldn’t handle it, she was getting so angry and she wanted to
rip someone’s head off. Once the nurse came back in, she looked
to her and whispered; “I’m going to get so fresh air…” It was
clear she was clenching her teeth shut tightly so that she
didn’t snap at the nurse, she rushed out of the room, and out of
the hospital. She ran towards a stop sign, and leaned against
the metal pole, her forehead pressing hard against it. She was
going to kill that Semi truck driver, she was going to slaughter
him in the worst way possibly. Suddenly, her legs couldn’t hold
her up and she fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, crying.
[/center]
#Post#: 305278--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Tomi
Date: December 17, 2012, 6:55 am
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[center]Giotto was rather startled when she shot up. Her hand
jerked from his, causing him to wince. When she said that she
was his fiance, he frowned a bit. He had a fiance? A woman he
intended to marry? Someone who had his heart? Staring at her as
she went into a rage, he felt like absolute shit. Tears welled
into his eyes and the Nurse frowned, nodding slightly at Monica.
Looking to the man who he assumed knew him, he bit into his lip.
"Can you go check on her please? She's still injured...." He
asked quietly, turning his head after Ray had nodded and went
after Monica. "I can't.. Why can't I remember?!" He shouted, his
heart rate going up all too quickly which caused him to feel his
chest tighten. The nurse quickly grabbed a vial and syringe
before he started to go into a seizure, injecting the unknown
substance into his arm. He calmed down and went into a sedative
induced sleep, uttering a simple sentence. "Please forgive me.."
Ray ran after Monica, finding her curled up to the stop sign.
Breathing heavily, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms
around her. "It's okay, Moni. We'll get Giotto back.. The nurse
said if we slowly do things that he knew before, it might
trigger his memory. That there's one trigger in all amnesia
patients that'll restore their memories."
He frowned, near sobbing himself as he choked back his tears.
"Moni.." He whispered, holding her a bit tighter but being wary
of her injuries. "We'll get him back.. No matter what, we'll get
him back." He said shakily. "C'mon.. We need to get back
inside.. You're still hurt." He muttered, trying to be a
stronger person like Giotto had taught him. Struck with images
of Giotto smiling and patting him on the back, telling him that
no matter what, a man should always protect who they care for.
More tears sprang to his face and he clenched his teeth. You did
it man.. You kept her safe.. Now you just need to remember. He
thought, gently pulling Monica up and cradling her in his arms.
"Giotto's strong.. And there's no way he could forget us for
long, Moni. They said he was suppose to die on the operating
table, then that he wouldn't wake up.. Moni, he woke up when you
talked to him." He said, looking down to her. "I had been
talking to him since he got into the hospital, but he didn't
budge. That means that some where in his mind, he remembers you,
subconsciously. Now all we gotta do is pull it out of 'im."
Sucking in a deep breath, he stifled his tears and nodded
sharply. "So let's get that fucking otter back." [/center]
#Post#: 305279--------------------------------------------------
Re: Giotto and Monica
DIR By: Hera and Sita
Date: December 17, 2012, 7:28 am
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[center]When Ray had came out to her, she looked at him, her
eyes filled with sadness and pain, “He doesn't fucking remember
me, why did this happen to me?!” Deep inside she could feel that
anger for wanting to kill the truck driver and it’s what she
wanted, but when she was pulled up, she looked at Ray and shook
her head, “How do you know it’s going to work…?” She sighed, and
let her head hang low, then she found herself walking into the
hospital and being laid on the hospital bed, her eyes closed,
and she drifted into a sleep; it wasn't anything absolutely
frightening that woke her up, it was her dream. Monica was
walking along a path and she was holding a guy’s hand, she
turned her head and there was Giotto, her heart pounded and she
whispered, “Oh Giotto… I lo-“Suddenly he whispered, “I don’t
know you…” Over and over again, she jerked up in the bed, and
grumbled slipping out of the bed, and walked out into the hall
into Giotto’s room, seeing Ray in a chair, she walked to the
other chair, and sat there, tilting her head, she got up again
as if making her mind.
She dragged the chair to his bedside, and very gently touched
his hand, feeling her nerves calm she leaned forward, her
forehead resting on the bed beside Giotto’s hip, sleep taking
her in that awkward position too, she just needed him to
remember her, and it would happen… Or she could just make him
fall bad in love with her… Anything. Later on, when she woke up,
she felt fully rested, and there were two more people in the
room. Dorwin and Linda. Linda was sobbing and Dorwin had his
hand on Monica’s shoulder, his thumbs rubbing her shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, Monica.” Monica shook her head, and just relaxed,
her hand still touched Giotto’s, she didn’t want to let him go,
she loved him for this long, and she would forever. She loved
him with everything she had.
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