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DEMETRIA PERSICO
 Posted: Aug 28 2013, 12:52 PM
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left alone with only reflections of the memory to face the ugly girl that's smothering me sitting closer than my pain he knew each tear before it came


demetria hasn’t laid eyes on her sister in so many months, she actually can’t stand it. so much so, in fact, that she does something demetria simply does not do unless she’s mentally incapable of being anywhere near her beloved pediatric wing. she takes the day off. granted, her boss (being ever so aware of her increasingly fragile mental state) has been a little more insistent that demi take time to rest and not live at the hospital nearly as much as she does. eighty hours maximum a week is her official limit, and after that, the nurses all gang up on her and send her home. one in particular. of course, when it’s her, demi doesn’t so much protest as she playfully resists until the blonde sighs exasperatedly and drags her out the door, an action which demi doesn’t at all mind. sure, the whole frequent touching thing is still new, but the thirty year old colombian can safely say she’s grown to like it. a lot. strangely enough, that’s probably the only thing she’s liable to miss about not being at work on this day.

the brilliant thing about being a persico is that there isn’t much of a thing known as estrangement. even when you’re the worst person in the world, you’re still considered family. well, to a point. demetria’s probably sure that somewhere within their family group there are people who are less … well liked than others, but in the small circle of people that make up her family (that is, her parents and her younger sister) demi knows without doubt that there’s absolutely nothing an of them can do to be completely cut off. unless of course, you’re meaning cut off financially, in which case all you have to do is blow your college tuition on a trip through europe that takes a few years. granted, demetria’s pretty certain this is something she and her parents disagree on … to a point. regardless of the obvious dagger to the heart of her flighty younger sister’s happiness, the elder persico sibling is still rather happy that her parents imposed their demands upon camilla because it means she can do things like call her up one random morning and say she wants to go out shopping and otherwise gallivanting around town as if she hasn’t anything better to do. in truth, she doesn’t, but that’s beside the point. the point here is that while her sister was off in whatever small corner of the world camilla managed to get herself lost in, this wasn’t something she could do. at most, demetria could call her on the phone, catch her on skype every once in a while, but for the most part the two sisters were rather separate.

truthfully, the distance between them wasn’t something demetria really allowed herself to think about. it felt so normal, like the miles had finally begun to echo what their relationship had slowly devolved to become. it wasn’t at all something demi was happy about (she remembers long years where they were practically inseparable, and frankly, she doesn’t really know why that changed or when) but she’d never really stopped to do anything about it. she’d figured that it was just yet another fact of her life that she needed to accept, and so she had. now that Camilla is back on united states soil, and in new york which is even better, demetria’s determined for herself that she’ll find a way to reconnect with her sister. thus, here they are, wandering aimlessly around the manhattan mall on a tuesday afternoon.

“okay so,” demi says conversationally, smiling over her shoulder at her sister. “now that we’ve got a chance to be alone without our parents hanging over our heads with their judgments,” she chuckles, remembering countless conversations over their lifetimes in which opinions had clashed, many of them her own (though she doubts camilla knows about those particular moments). “how are you really settling in now that you’re back?”

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CAMILLA PERSICO
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You cant buy love with ya credit card You cant get high with the friends you lost It comes down to the house of cards You lose your way you lose your way The sun goes up on the wave you ride But it all comes down and you wonder why Its gone too late till ya realize


months and months had gone by since she had seen her sister. it was almost impossible to believe how long she had been gone, how long she had been traveling the world, escaping new york and not thinking twice about it. she hardly ever found herself looking back, missing it. on occasion she'd miss the people; her parents, sister, even jenson and mireya. now that she was back, all she could think about on a near daily basis was how much she desperately wanted to leave again. camilla persico had never been the type of girl who could sit still for very long. she hated feeling restrained, confined to one particular place, it was almost as if a case of claustrophobia would set in and she'd feel trapped. new york made her feel trapped, but she knew she had to endure it, at least for the time being. she had little money, only what she was making working for angel, and so far, she hadn't accumulated much money on the grounds that when she got her paycheck, she was more than likely to spend it.

family had always been a large part of camilla's life. she had always clung to her family, distant relatives included. she had always felt as though they kept her connected to her home, the home in colombia that she missed more than she could have ever fathomed. she had visited once or twice on her trip, but she had mostly stayed in europe, seducing and letting down the men of the eastern world. she knew if she went home to colombia for more than a day or two, she would never want to leave, she'd stay forever and have zero regrets. well, minus the fact that the entirety of her family, for the most part, the ones she knew, were in new york. she'd get homesick, like she had many times on her travels, but it'd be much worse. admittedly, she missed her sister, more than she could put into words. once upon a time, they were close. inseperable and practically attached at the hip. camilla had looked up to her older sister, in a lot of ways, and not so much in others. she always knew her sister was the one her parents knew was going somewhere. hell, she had become a doctor in no time, spent most of her days slaving over sick patients and treating them, and camilla knew all too well that their parents were happy about it. then came camilla, the screw up, the one who couldn't get her life together if she tried. she had been that kid that changed her mind about what she wanted to be every five seconds. one minute she wanted to be a firefighter, then a baker, then for a brief moment, a doctor, like her sister wanted, but now she was beyond lost on the matter.

so she refused to think about it.

a call to go to the mall wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, especially given her sisters work schedule, but it gave her an excuse to tell angel that she was going to take the afternoon off. given the nature of the situation, mila knew all too well that angel wouldn't particularly mind, thankfully. as they aimlessly walked around the mall, peering through windows, mila nearly fawned over every article of clothing she could see. the mention of their parents caused mila to scrunch her face. she didn't like speaking of them, especially now that they'd cut her off and told her that she couldn't much do anything but work and be a good little persico child, like her sister. the two sisters, often, had opposing opinions on their parents, always had, but it had never truly put a rift between them, mila would never allow such a thing to happen. the fact that she'd spent nearly three years away from her flesh and blood was reason enough not to let a fight break out. with a shrug of her shoulders, mila sighed. "i'm doing fine. you know me, i hate working and doing anything that requires me being up before noon, but i've really got no say in the matter." she spoke nonchalantly. "i missed everyone, though. you, jenson, reya, angel, even mom and dad." she said, surprised at her own words when she mentioned their parents. she had never much been one to be a momma or daddy's girl. she was independent and always had been since the day they moved to new york.

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sometimes, demetria wonders what their lives would be like if their positions were reversed. how much would their world dramatically change if she’d never become this quiet, held together person? would she have camilla’s same need to constantly run away? she thinks that maybe she would, that if what happened when she was seventeen hadn’t happened, maybe she wouldn’t have buried herself so deeply in studying. maybe she’d have spent more time actually enjoying life outside of books and classes. of course, she could dwell on the fact that her response was largely choice, largely an effort to keep anyone from knowing what happened, and the result meant a complete change in her personality. she’s just as blunt as she always was, but less assertive, less loud and rambunctious like the rest of her family. demi can’t say she minds the difference though. if anything, it makes her relationship with her sister that much more fascinating. she actually has things to learn and discover, things to talk about during the now rare occasions when the two of them are together.

she knows it’s hard for camilla to be still, to be stuck in this city rather than gallivanting across the world like she really wants to. for her whole life, the younger girl has been in constant motion, always running about getting into things. she’s known for changing her mind on a whim, for bouncing from idea to idea, never settling long enough for anything to sink in. if anything, her behavior is almost like chasing a high, though camilla’s drug seems to be a plane to nowhere in particular.

demetria’s well aware that there is a constant comparison between them from their parents. it’s hard to miss the conversations that begin and end with ‘if only you were more like your sister.’ of course, demi doubts they’d say that quite so often if they knew the reasons behind the distinct nature of her character, if they knew she spends at least three hours a week in therapy sessions with a trained psychologist slowly working through years of untreated post-traumatic stress disorder. she figures camilla has the easier end of the deal. sure, their parents aren’t exactly keen on camilla’s way of life, but demi figures her sister is still young and has plenty of time to figure out what she wants to do with herself. there’s really no need to rush it.

thus here they are spending a few hours in the mall, and the elder sister is more than amused by the younger foaming at the mouth over nearly everything she sees. it’s fun and free and it makes for easy enough conversation, though when demi posits the question, the mood changes somewhat. the casual nature of the day is still there, but she finds that they are both a little surprised when camilla mentions their parents. while demi hadn’t exactly doubted that her sister missed them during her travels, it’s an altogether different thing for the younger woman to admit it. “that just means you have to find a job that doesn’t require getting up before then. they do exist, you know, regardless of what our parents think.” she answers with a chuckle, smiling a bit. “we missed you too, though i figured you were having more than enough fun for both of us so i tried not to think about it too much.”

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CAMILLA PERSICO
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it's an odd feeling, camilla realizes, spending time with her sister. she's used to running about the european streets, living life and having fun, not walking in a crowded mall, getting shouldered by several people nearly every five minutes. getting used to the city is a hard thing, she's come to that conclusion. she misses europe, misses rome, paris, tuscany, madrid, london. she misses the train rides, the hitch hiking, the things her parents would most certainly not approve of. she craves for the rush of freedom again, but she knows it's out of reach, not possible. she needs to grow up, the words of her parents echo in her head. she hates that they've gotten to her, forced her to sit still for longer than five minutes. she had always hated new york, ever since she was a child, never found it appealing, not in the least. she hated the loud noises, the over abundance of buildings, the crazy people that crowded the corner of every street, every mall and every store. she wished to be back home, in colombia, the place where she had been born, but that was also something that was far out of reach for her.

a small scoff left the colombians lips, shooting a look of not convinced in the direction of her sister. "i don't want to be waiting tables and dealing with people, demi." she spoke with an air of superiority. never in her life did she believe she was better than anyone, but she knew there were some jobs, some things, that were above her. "besides, i think working for angel will be easy enough." she added with a noncommittal shrug. the idea of sitting at a desk was not something that easily pleased the brunette. she hated being confined to one place for too long, hated being strapped down and made to sit still. she knew it was going to turn out to be a complete disaster, but for the sake of her parents and their mental health, she was going to give it a go. besides, she knew it wasn't going to be completely awful given that brody was working with her. she could act childish and stupid and pull little pranks on him while no one was looking, it'd be easy enough, she reckoned.

the mention of having fun perked the girl up a bit. her eyebrows shot up and her arm linked with her sisters, her attention now completely on the conversation at hand. "i was having so much fun." she boasted, her tone coloured with excitement and enthusiasm now. "you wouldn't even believe some of the shit i did." she told her, tugging lightly at her arm. "i met strangers on trains, had one of my bags stolen, but nothing important was in it. there was this one old guy who told me this completely bogus story about how he fell in love with a random girl on the train when he was like, twenty, but he was clearly not all there in the head, y'know. like alzheimers or something medical like that." she told her, barely taking a breath in between words and sentences. "i also did that thing where you go on one of those weird boats, in venice, and the guy stands on the very edge and guides you around. it was amazing. i miss it so much." she told her sister, stomach knotting at the thought of just how much she wished to be back in the places she had found solace and happiness.

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