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Post by celia serrano on May 12, 2011 22:22:26 GMT -5
fucking sully. this was his damn fault. heat was radiating the cheeks of a certain blonde - who was not one for coping properly when she didn't get her way. frustration was her least favorite emotion, as it caused her severe distress and resulted in tantrums that were uncharacteristic of her age group. her father had always told her with a teasing smile that she should have been a red-head, as she had a way of allowing her temper to get the best of her. celia had no trouble admitting that she had a problem, as it was quite plain to see. however, it wasn't as if she actually cared what kind of situation she caused with her over-dramatic reactions and quick tongue. nobody ever called her out on it or made her feel sorry. she had no reason to watch how she effected other people. so, celia walked through life like a bull in a china shop, terrorizing many and leaving a mess behind her. today (unlike any other day), she would have a legitimate excuse as to why there was a broken mug beside her desk and an angry neighbor asking for peace and quiet at her door. how dare he not tell her! obviously, the information reguarding her older sister was serious enough that there was cause for concern, and obviously, you don't just keep that shit from people. instead of sitting in the comfort of her own home and having the news delivered to her lap, celia was going to have to brave the 20 minute drive to the gym where millie worked. thus risking the lives of many others in her quest to find out what the fuck could be wrong now.
slender hands worked quickly to throw the blonde main up into a pile upon the female's head. the signature pout was stuck to her lips, and brows were knit somewhere in the middle of her forehead. often, people asked celia what was wrong. truthfully, the neutral face she generally carried during thinking deeply or working on a project made her look quite unhappy. she didn't mean to look so severe, but it happened anyway. however, this moment called for anything but a smile. a deep knot was clenched in the blonde's stomach, no matter what it was that celia was about to find out, she knew that she wasn't going to like it. hands dug through a pile of semi-dirty clothes and threw on a pair of jean shorts. they came to rest on the tops of her tanned thighs. celia was always thankful that new york went through all four seasons. she enjoyed the weather for what it was, and would never think of moving any where else. her entire life was new york and family and she never wanted to experience anything else. no matter how far globetrotting she seemed to be inclined to go, celia was always dead set on coming back. swift movements brought her laptop closed and she shut the door to her bedroom. with in a few large steps, celia was across the apartment and out the door. sliding behind the wheel, her blue eyes were suddenly hidden behind dark chanel shades and her black escalade was thrown in reverse. it was an unnecessary vechile, but it made her feel like a badass so she kept up with the payments. celia wanted people to know she wasn't someone to fuck with.
the blonde was across town in a matter of minutes. the radio wasn't on and her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. she couldn't tell if she was more nervous about what information she was about to be fed, or if she was more stressed about driving in the city. either way, she wasn't a happy camper, which was a little bit threatening. although she was tiny, blonde, and extremely feminine, she liked to evoke terror out of people who weren't blessed with her physical and fiscal virtues. millie's gym came up somewhere on her left and celia put the suv abruptly into a parking spot. gladiator sandals hit the pavement as she jumped out, locking the car and shoving the keys into the very small pockets of her shorts. her heart beat was in her throat now. what the fuck was going on. it was driving her crazy not to know, even for only this short amount of time. light blue eyes took in the atmosphere of the gym. it really was a nice business. celia was endlessly proud of her sister for all the hard work she put in. now she was worried that she'd regret it. a frosted glass door was in sight now, and her thin hand came up to knock sharply on it. "mille? open up, i know you're in there. we need to talk right now."
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Post by millie mccoy . on May 13, 2011 12:01:28 GMT -5
 I'M TAKEN BACK TO THE GLORY DAYS
WHEN WE WERE KIDS WITH OUT
A BRASH OR BITTER THING TO SAY.
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--------HER day had started at 5am, which was particularly irritating because her night had only just ended two hours before that. Wishing she was still cozy in her bed, pressed between her sheets, her husbands dog crying to be let out to go to the bathroom and not a care in the world- attending work on this day had been something of a frustration. Regardless- she had to go. There was no way around it on this day, with Sully out of commission because of his knee. Despite the high esteem in which her better half held his personal assistant, Millie had come to find that she could not stand the short blonde that chipped around the offices at all hours of the day. Notorious for water-cooler gossip, and waiting on her husbands beck and call, Scarlett had found herself a nice place on Millie’s shit list with little room for negotiation. Every second that passed while Millie was showering, putting on her make up, getting dressed Scarlett was chattering. She was chewing with her mouth open. She was projecting her obnoxious laugh through the halls. She was spilling crumbs on the floor. She was talking too loud in her Bluetooth. A thousand annoying, obnoxious, so totally Scarlett things were flowing through Millie’s brain on loop motivating her to get ready even more quickly than usual- she’d be damned if that modern day slave would basque in the glory of her creation for a moment more than necessary.
--------DAPHNE had drove her to work that morning. Millie wasn’t afraid of many things, but one of them was driving. Or being in a car. Or being killed in a car accident- better yet, not being killed in a car accident and the horrors that would proceed shortly after. For that reason she never drove herself, never trusted her safety in the life of a taxi, and walked when possible. She was too tired for that insanity this morning, however- although her body didn’t really feel it. She knew that she should have been in a zombie like state of mind, but her energy hadn’t really wavered between the time she went to bed and the time she woke up. Almost wired and jittery, she was feeling confrontational and ready to get some work done. As much as possible, really- considering she had a slew full of plans for the upcoming week that she was none too excited to participate in. Family dinners that didn’t include her family, girls nights, business meetings, and the like had become the norm, and she didn’t mind- really, she didn’t. She loved doing these things, but now more than ever she just wanted to sit and do nothing. She’d always considered herself a pretty stress free and calm person. She knew how to take things in stride, because something unexpected and tragic was always happening and that was just the way life worked. However, recently when she really, truly did try and relax it was almost as if her mind wouldn’t let her. Thoughts raced of all the things that needed to be done, that she still had to do, and she was incapable of sitting still.
--------SHE kissed her friend on the cheek before running inside and being met with a swarm of bullshit that was never ending and always interesting. One of the instructors called in sick, so she found herself teaching a maternity yoga class which was a pleasurable treat and something she truly enjoyed. Baby crazy, Millie loved to hear the stories, the names, and the plans of all the wobbly-legged mothers to be in her room. After that she yelled at Scarlett, had to warn a personal trainer about her too skimpy outfits she wore to work, and obsessively calibrated the books. From then on, she had to run to another location to supervise the progressing construction of a lap pool, grabbed a coffee and returned back to home base. It was a trivial day, full of walking but also full of excitement. Her work often fulfilled a gap in her heart and she could go into a different state of mind. The city sidewalks were crowded, but she trudged on. Another red light and walk sign, she crossed the street and something curious caught her eye. An SUV that was quite uncharacteristic in New York City- the land of the taxi and the Bentley. She felt a smile spread across her face in association with her most little sister, Celia. Always fond with feelings maternal, Millie could really never get enough of the fragile girl with the tough exterior. There were many ways in which she was envious of her much younger sibling; she was unique and had different ideas and didn’t think much about the bigger picture. Millie was by no means a deep mind, but she spent an extensive amount of time just wondering what the fuck she was going to do with herself.
--------HER legs made abnormally long strides, for she was abnormally long. It was an inherited trait from her mother that wasn’t passed down to her other siblings who took more to her fathers genetics. She adjusted an uncomfortable strap on her messenger bag, balancing her coffee with perfection. Coordinated and strong, she hurried to open the door to her business for a UPS man making a delivery. Fallowing in after him and heading back to the offices, she ran into Scarlett who’d just informed her of her sisters visit. She shook her head and barked at Scarlett to return to work and stop being nosy, continuing on her path. She soon spotted the blonde knocking on the door of her office. “Celia, over here!” She chirped, shuffling for her keys. A genuine and bright smile spread across her face, a direct result of her fondness for her sister. “What are you doing here, babe?” Always crunched for time, she opened the door of her office and let her and Celia inside, Caught in a frazzle she paid little attention to the younger girl as she put down her coffee, her bag, took off her coat, and checked her watch. Her schedule was packed. Quickly, her mind shuffled for a solution. “If you want to work out and meet me in an hour or so we can do lunch?” She suggested before walking towards her sister and kissing her on a cheek. “You look cute, love the sandals. Very bohemian, no?
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Post by celia serrano on May 13, 2011 13:07:42 GMT -5
if you talked to celia about her mother, she'd probably just up and hit you. although seemingly scrappy and rather obnoxious, her interior was quite a bit softer and warmer. if you ever listened to the blonde talk, you'd infer that her ego was rather inflated, but when it came right down to it, celia was just as insecure as any girl - if not worse. she was the youngest when her mother moved out, thus the most emotionally traumatized. her only guidance through life happened to be millie, which made her feel more than a little self conscious. mother's day was a day that she specifically avoided. she never bought calenders and didn't enter drug stores in the month of may. there was nothing she hated more than seeing other girls buddied up to their moms, spending their money and taking them for granted. celia went about her life in strange ways, always avoiding the maternity sections in stores and catalogs. it was difficult for her, because every where she looked all she saw was mom mom mom. celia wanted to float along with her life, pretending that people didn't fornicate and produce children that they'd one day end up leaving. she didn't want children of her own, if she was going to have any at all. secretly, she wanted to marry young and adopt all kinds of kids. the only thing holding the female back from such a big dream was courage. what if she failed miserably?
her head whipped around as she heard her sister's familiar voice call her name. she barely had a moment to take in millie's thin frame coming towards her. he sister had always been the type of beautiful that made girls like celia jealous. her skin was tan and she had legs that went on for miles. it wasn't rare that celia felt pudgy and short in her sister's wake, yet she never held it against her. celia looked on millie with the fondest eyes. she loved her sister more than anything in the whole world. nothing could come between them. they never fought, even when millie gave her baths when she didn't want to or insisted that she go to bed at a proper hour when celia was in grade school. her sister was her biggest role model. there wasn't a day that went by that celia didn't depend on her. millie was the glue that kept her and tamsin together all these years, and she was also the child that stopped their father from growing terribly insane. celia made a mental note to visit her father after her time with millie. she hadn't seen the man since last week, which was not very good considering she used to visit him every day. family was such a sore spot for the girl. she didn't want to have to think about losing her father too.
millie was always a whirlwhind. before she could even protest, celia was being ushered inside and her sister was running around even in the small space of the office, putting things down and hanging her coat up. the young woman never seemed to stop. her blonde head shook in response to millie's suggestion. she couldn't work out. she had to know. celia needed to understand right then what was going on in millie's life that was causing sully and the rest of their friends so much worry. she also needed to know why she was the last to find out. her blood pressure was rising again; the blonde could feel it pulsating somewhere behind her eyes. she stomped her foot like a two year old and crossed her arms over her chest. a slight frown came upon her young, pretty face and her brows met again in the middle of her face. "millie, stop it. we can't do lunch, and you need to sit down. you need to tell me what the fuck is going on and why sully thinks you have some massive problem in your life that you need to tell me about." it wasn't as though celia was the most tactful girl on the planet.
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Post by millie mccoy . on May 16, 2011 6:39:05 GMT -5
I'M TAKEN BACK TO THE GLORY DAYS
WHEN WE WERE KIDS WITH OUT
A BRASH OR BITTER THING TO SAY.
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--------SHE was going to be late for her flirt girl fitness class. ever punctual, this tardiness caused a wave of anxiety to flow through her subconscious mind. outside the glass windows of her office, hot young things were strutting around their toned and tan bodies as they walked by. one thing that millie had never really been self-conscious about was her husband being around all the attractive women that their business catered to. a lot of the sexiness bothered millie- she'd always felt the gym a place to be healthy and not project just how fuckable you were to the rest of the world. she was constantly bothered by the lack of beautiful clientele in their establishment, but what could she do; society had prepared that conundrum themselves. she didn't mean to be so passive about celia's visit- but she doubted the younger girl would notice her lack of interest in the conversation. millie's brain was almost always in two places at once, and this was not usual.
--------CELIA'S blonde hair shone in the sunlight that radiated from her office window and a smile crept across her face at the notice of just how similar the two looked. while different in body, eye color, hair color- they did both have the same heart-shaped face that gave them away as sisters to anyone who paid enough attention. the loss of her mother was a pain that millie had become numb to. twelve years after her mother walked out on her family, and millie two times the woman she'd been at almost thirteen, she was still confused about her feelings on the matter. giselle serrano had to be a special sort of terrible to leave her three children and extremely incompetent husband on christmas eve all those years ago. had millie been made worse for the wear? that was debatable. she'd always considered her mothers absence a sort of blessing and a curse. it made her everything she was- maternal, responsible, sincere, but at the same time had also turned her unfailingly afraid of abandonment. so much so that it wasn't often she cut herself of from people first, before they could leave. giselle had never come back, never written any of her girls a letter or sent birthday cards or attended their graduation or anything that millie could have used to justify her mothers actions.
--------CELIA always needed a great amount of nurturing. she was six when mrs. seranno left the family, and twelve when millie had to leave for college. that first year in california had been the the worst on millie. racked with constant homesickness and guilt for leaving her family behind, she lost weight, and truly began to hone in on her obsessive tendencies. thankfully she'd met sully who was not only in support of her decision to move back home before she'd finished her degree, but had also agreed to move back with her thus showing his true commitment to their relationship. during the time she was gone, millie wrote celia obsessively. she returned home as often as possible and spent many nights coaching her younger sister through problems of boys and periods and puberty and clothes over the phone knowing that she was the only one her sister could talk to; everything she'd learned about sex personally, millie'd learned herself. their father was a conservative and staunch man who never even suggested that boys were different than girls "down there" her entire life, never talked of love and relationships, and clearly thought ignoring the topic of growing up was a more beneficial tool when it came to child razing than acknowledging any sort of issue to begin with. because of this, millie did look at celia as a child- not just a child, but her child. setting her gaze upon her sister, celia was just as much of a sweet little girl now as she was all those years ago. she was naive and she was adorable and she needed her, and she needed to be needed.
--------THE REASON she'd kept her secret so very secret, wasn't entirely because of her husband as she often thought. sensitive to the situation he was going through with his mother, that had certainly contributed- but millie was not numb to the pain that her sister almost certainly felt about the loss of their mother. what would the news that maybe one day soon, millie, her older sister and possibly the closest thing she'd ever had to a real, true mother could leave her as well? millie'd always made it her job to not only make sure her sisters had enough food to eat and clean clothes to wear, but understood the importance of the development of a healthy psyche, and thus paid careful attention to their mental health as well. tamsin was closer to millie in age and held a more friendly mature relationship with the girl, but she wasn't as sensitive as celia. while she was sure tamsin would be effected, she was strong and mature and in a sense, had the same hold your head high attitude as millie. celia wasn't like that; she'd almost certainly focus on the bad and that wasn't something millie could handle for either of them.
--------WITH celia's words, millie was snapped back to reality and pulled away from thoughts that were of much more pleasant things; new tennis shoes and mocha lattes and replaced were thoughts that visibly made her facial expression change. gone was the elated grin that was permanently pressed on her face and instead was an expression mixed with concern and horror. she was not going to go into this, not now- not ever, and certainly not in her office. her words were jumbled and erratic, as she struggled for the proper thing to say. "come on, celia." she said with a fake and forced smile. she wondered just where the fuck her husband got off spilling her dirty laundry to her own flesh and blood, and just what did her sister know. "you know how sully is- always complaining about one thing or another." she didn't feel as if this was too inaccurate. sullivan had always been hell bent on getting her to slow down, but she felt immensely guilty and vulnerable as if her sister could see right through her facade. she tried to give her a look of sincerity but somehow she didn't think she was accomplishing what she intended. "if there was something you needed to worry about, celia, i'd tell you." millie was still held fast to the idea that certain things were better left unsaid; i have cancer was most certainly one of them.
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Post by celia serrano on May 16, 2011 17:56:58 GMT -5
being tactful and eloquent in situations such as this was never one of celia's strong points. due to her lack of biological mother, she had taken to hording some strange social habits. impatience, bluntness, severe frustration - they all created home in her head and became a part of her. the young blonde had many vices, and kept the majority of her virtues hidden away. nobody knew that she had a huge heart. she was sensitive to poor kids in africa, the homeless, and sick animals but celia was absolutely useless when it came to being sympathetic to her friends. she was known for being horribly awkward when someone needed her shoulder to cry one, and she mostly just sat stiff and unmoving when someone tried to hug her. she left all the therapist-esque stuff up to her sister millie. she never wanted to take anything from her sister, as she knew that the lanky young woman deserved all the praise she got and more. it was a conscious and sub conscious choice to be as socially challenged as she was. sometimes she knew the right thing to say but she refused to say it and other times she stumbled her way through social situations as if she was blind. it probably never helped that millie had to go to college around the time celia was going through puberty. celia only had emails and phone conversations to really guide her through the most crucial period of her development. it wasn't millie's fault - she'd never blame the girl for that. celia was glad millie was able to get out and go to college. it was a privilege that the young woman deserved.
unfortunately for millie, celia knew her older sister a little too well. having spent vast amounts of time with the elder girl, she was able to read every facial expression and emotion. millie's clients might have been fooled by the bullshit that was coming out of her mouth right now, but not celia. there was just no way that the young blonde was going to believe it. why the hell was she lying? sully wouldn't have said anything like that. it was far too cruel and insensitive and he completely understood their relationship, or at least enough to respect it. if there was one thing that celia loved about sullivan mccoy was that he understood the sisterly bond between celia and her older sister. there was never any intrusion or jealousy and he knew exactly when celia needed millie and allowed the younger girl to impose on them as many times as she needed. although she would never admit it to anyone but herself, celia cared hugely about their relationship. she didn't want anyone else to take sully's place. she loved having him around. he was also brilliant towards millie. celia was fond of the pair. her family was the only thing she felt she had.
celia didn't want to cry. she wanted to be angry and hateful and throw her usual tantrum. however, looking at her sister and knowing deep down that something threatened their happiness. slender arms crossed in front of her thin body, and she pursed her lips. "don't fuck with me millie. you know that's not true. i know you way too well for that shit. sully wouldn't lie about something like this and you know it. what is wrong?" as far as celia knew, millie had never lied to her. she didn't want it to start now. millie was the one person that was able to control celia's behavior and attitude. although the blonde had a tendency to act like a two year old, she'd have gotten no where in life or developed as much as she did without millie's help. she demanded to know the truth. her older sister was the only person that loved her despite the major character flaws.
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Post by millie mccoy . on Jun 6, 2011 13:30:44 GMT -5
I'M TAKEN BACK TO THE GLORY DAYS
WHEN WE WERE KIDS WITH OUT
A BRASH OR BITTER THING TO SAY.
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--------THE first emotion that stood out in her mind was one of ferocity. she felt a hot blush come to her cheeks as she paused for a moment- just to make sure the moment she was standing in was one of reality. millie often found it incredibly difficult to actually become angry with anyone. she put so much heart into the people around her, spend so much time helping anyone and everyone, that it'd become her main purpose in life. she hardly noticed or cared when she was yelled at or done wrong, because of that deep love for people. even on her best day, her worst habit was almost certainly that she was far too nice. naturally, it didn't help that she was in love with the man. however she often found herself refocussing the anger she often felt for him towards other people, mostly because he was just too sweet, amazing, and precious for millie to ever be truly upset with. however, she couldn't help but feel her temper spark with anger, inside the wheels beginning to turn in her brain of just how she could get even with her estranged ex. she literally couldn't believe that he would do this to her. sure, millie had been a little reluctant to come to terms with her own fate when it came to her husband, but now that her darkest secret was out of her deepest closet, she couldn't escape it. not only was it truly unnessicary to tell celia- but this wasn't the way millie wanted it to go, either.
--------FOR one, she was at her place of employment. millie's relationship with work had been a catalyst of a lot of tension between her and her sister for the last few years. right when her business was getting off the ground, millie'd almost killed herself with overwork. it wasn't something she regretted nor had a hard time doing, because it had to be done- but millie's family'd had a cow between the mccoy family during the time, naturally blaming sully for her work load. granted, more recently sully did contribute to her current state of exhaustion, but never in the case before hand- like celia, he was always annoyingly eager to tell her to take a break, to sit down, and to enjoy life. and in true millie fashion, she was always eager to tell him to take his complaints elsewhere. and so, it seemed, that in a curious turn of events very unlike the situation in the past, the two things had almost merged. her frusteration was growing by the second, and she felt a strange panicky situation in her chest. the emotions could be read on her face as clear as day- concern, terror, and mostly sadness. sadness for her little sister, and sadness for herself because neither of them deserved to ever have to deliver, or be confronted with such news of tradedy.
--------HER face made a clear sign of distaste upon hearing her younger sisters language. always uncomfortable around swear words and rarely using them herself, she gave the younger girl a scowl that she new would be recognized and not disreguarded. she didn't cry, though- even though she wanted to, and maybe even needed to, because she had to be strong for her younger part. this wasn't like it was with sully, who'd naturally seen her at her best and worst over the years. celia had never seen millie week, never seen her fumble or do anything erronously, and millie didn't really think that was a bad thing. it made her feel responsible and proud that really, through her raising she'd produced a celia. yes, she was immature and silly at times, but she was kind hearted and good natured and maybe in another world where millie really was the mother, she would have been proud to call celia her daughter. it really wasn't in the cards to appear weak; her facade was not only meant to keep her sister at peace, but also herself. she'd been careful to only think of her disease sparingly, mostly because she knew herself; if she thought about it too much, there was a good chance it would crawl into her life and consume her, just like most everything else did. her eyes subconciously drew to the door, and a curious smile spread across her face. what was she planning to do? just walk out the door, leave her sister standing in her wake, and avoid her for as long as possible.
--------SUDDENLY the moment because much less serious, because she knew that wasn't something completely out of her character. she made direct eye contact with her sister; dark brown meeting ocean blue, and she stiffened her upper lip. "come on honey, sit down." she said in a voice that was dripping with sugary-sweet affection. she placed a hand on the younger girls shoulder, and allowed her the privlage of sitting in her office chair. the panic in her chest was growing by the second, and she knew that she need not attempt to alliterate the words herself. curiously, in her purse she fished for a slender piece of paper that had been given to her by her doctor in which the diagnosis of ovarian cancer was listed so bluntly. pulling it out, she knealed down beside her sister and took her hands in her own. "this isn't going to be what you expect." she said seriously, "but i don't want you to worry. this isn't a big deal. this isn't something that needs to affect either of us. this is something we can deal with." she handed celia the paper, and started one last time with a deadly seriousness "no matter what happens, i still love you."
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