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Help[Games] Re: Violetta's Game of Life - Round 1
in reply to a message by Violetta
Rose
DH: Christopher Damien Sinclair
CEO of a large company - $800,000
DW: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
College/University Professor - $90,000
Wedding budget - 9
House plan: European house plan 17-2079
Pictures:
I didn't think we needed to get such a big house, it is almost 3000 sq ft! But Christopher said that we wouldn't want to have to move into a new house when we decided to have children. I was kind of shocked, we hadn't spoken much about having children and I sort of assumed that he wouldn't want any because he was so busy with his job. However he assured me that he'd only want about six children maybe seven. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it especially not with him watching me indulgently as though no matter what I asked him for he'd do everything in his power to provide. I told him I wanted to have him to myself for a little while but I would love to have children someday. I was also surprised that he wanted to get our house a good fourty minute drive from the city so that instead of seeing all buildings out of my windows I saw trees and a poud. I decided to call our house Adela, which is spanish for 'Noble'.
Moving in was a big ordeal and his mother, Lily, insisted on helping me decorate it, not that I minded. She and I had similar tastes and soon everything was finished and in place. Not that I always knew where everything's place was and I had to spend many weeks living there before I fully accustomed myself to everything. I as found out that Chris enjoyed making pottery. I was so surprised when he told me I would have laughed except for a niggling feeling that he may not be kidding. He wasn't of course and one thing I love to do is spend a hour or so in the morning watching him mess around with the clay. Not that he messed around with it, he was very good at pottery, at everything he seemed to try. He would concentrate totally on the lump of clay and slowly mold it into something.
From pervious rounds
My name is Rosabella Naomi Harrison, I was born in Sedona, AZ and rised in Andorra La Vella, Andorra. You
have probably never heard of Andorra, it is a small country between Spain and France, small as in only about
2.5 times the size of Washington DC. My parents were missionaries and we spent six years there. My parent's
spoke mainly English at home, Catalan and Spanish the rest of the time, so I grow up speaking many languages.
And I found that I loved it. I loved being able to speak more then one language and vowed one day to be an
ambassador, however as I am now a language professor it is clear that dream didn't come true, instead I am
teaching which I also love. While in Andorra my family and I lived off of almost nothing, as I grow up in
that inviroment it was rather shocking coming to the United States for the rest time. I was of course an
american citizen as both of my parents were.
After coming to the US I was surprised to learn that my parents were actually rich people. Wealthy enough to
afford a nice big house and all the luxuries they hadn't been able to give me in Andorra they gave me then.
When I got enrolled in school I was extremely wary as I had been in the US only a few weeks and I wasn't yet
accustumed to the changes.
Although I never enjoyed school (though I did enjoy learning), I was glad I went because it helped me to
become familiar with how people actted in the US. I learned that my quiet, still nature often distrubed those
around me. As a result I was mocked and bullied a lot. The mocking and bullying didn't really bother me
though as I easiely ignored the mockers and could beat up any bully you thought that becuase I was small and a
girl I couldn't stand up to him. The bullyign quickly stoppped though the mocking continued. I quickly
learned that my upbringing in Andorra was vastly different then the upbringing many of my classmates had, but
I was happy that I was the way I was much more then I wished to fit in. I tried skipping a grade as I already
knew the matriel taught but they wouldn't allow me too so I started college at the same time as everyone else.
After four and a half years I had my language degree. Afterwards since my parents offered to pay for me to
take a year vacation, the popular thing among graduating students at the time, I agreed taking a long trip to
tour France. Unfortunately Though I had taken all the French speaking classes the French I spoke was slightly
different then what many French people spoke. During that magical year I had a lot of fun and I meet
Chrisopher. Dark brown haired, gray eyed Christopher quite swept me off me feet. It was one of those super
embarassing first encounters. I had been walking away from a cute little cafe that I visited often when I
suddenly realized that I didn't have my purse. I swirled around and ran into him. he was quite unfortunately
carrying a cup of coffee that he had probably just bought at that cafe, which spilled all over both of us. I
was so embarassed I could just die. I quickly appologized and offered to pay for the clothes, only to realize
I had reverted to English in my harried state and quickly repeated it all in French finally getting the nerve
to look up into his eyes. Quite to my suprise I found them sparkling with amusement, not the mocking kind but
honest humor. He grinned and asked if we couldn't talk about repairing the damages to our clothes over a cup
of coffee. And we did. I spent most of the rest of my vaction with him, both of us knowing we were enjoying
borrowed time. When it was time for me to leave I couldn't work up the nerve to go face him and tell him I was
leaving for fear of begging him to give me a reason to stay. Instead I quickly boarded my plane bound for the
US. Though I was happy to be back, I was inmeasurably. There was no way I could love anyone as much I did
Christopher. Though many would have said it was puppy love, a cruch or inmature love Christopher was often on
my mind during the next few years. As a professor I had didn't have too much free time but every two years we
got a paid vaction (they called it a sabbatical) to spend soon time writting a book. Why exactly they wanted
us to do that I didn't know but I went back to France. Partly, I'll admitt becuase I hoped to see
Christopher, although I knew that chance was slim and even slimmer was the chance that he would be happy to
see me. So instead I convienced myself that all I wanted was to do was to go visit the country I loved. I
went and stay at much the same place I did before, and visited that little coffee shop where we'd meet. I was
surprised when the owner recognized me immediately and told me all about how Christopher had come in there
looking for me and demanding to see me. She said he was quite furious that I hadn't told him I was leaving.
I enjoyed my visit and managed to finnish a book, all the while wishign and hoping Christopher would can find
me. And he did. I was sitting in the little cafe eating breakfast, rain pouring down outside. I loved the
rain and I was in quite a good mood humming to the song playing softly over the speakers. The door opened and
a cold brisk wind blow in along with a huge trench coat covered man. I looked up and found myself pinned by
two fierce gray eyes. "Why did you tell me you were leaving?"
I carefully set down my fork before I dropped it and tried to subdue the quiver that ran through me in the
face of the furious smoldering eyes, though I knew deep down that he wouldn't ever hurt me. On purpose that
is.
"You knew I was leaving." I asnwered as steadily as I could as he sat down across from me without so much as a
by-your-leave.
"I didn't know when, didn't know where you lived or how to connact you." His gray eyes snapped reproachfully
at me and I fought down my instincts to throw myself in his arms and thank him for finding me.
"I didn't think you wanted it, you never expressed an interest before I left." My reasoning was sound, but the
way Christopher's gaze said it wasn't.
"I didn't want to think about the time when we would be sepperated. Neither did you. We never spoke of it
after you told me and I didn't want to have to deal with it before I had to." Christopher's eyes ran over me.
"Are you married?"
His aburt question startled me into blurting, "No, of course not, I never..." wanted anyone but you. I stopped
before I finnished but I had a feeling that he knew what I had been about to say and fierce possessiveness
filled his face.
"Good, get up. You are coming with me."
"What... I am? Chris!" Christopher was tugging me out of my booth having already fished out some bills that
probably covered my meal five times over.
"Chris, where are we going." I asked breathlessly.
"We are going to go get married before you get another hare-brained idea to go off and dissapear." His face
darkened as he thought of her running away without telling him. "Yes, you definitly need a keeper and I am the
only man for the job."
"But Chris, my parents, there still in the US. I can't get married without them." I told him breathlessly.
"Yes, you can. We can get married here in a judge's chambers and do the whole shambang when we get to the US.
I am not going to wait that long."
"Hey, you haven't even asked me! For all you know I could be engaged, almost married, betrothed...."
His eyes narrowed, "Are you?"
"Well.... No." I admitted.
"Then, Rose... Rosabella will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
He raised an eyebrow as though to say, I know that so why did I have to waste time propsing? But I just beamed
at him and his lips lifted in a smile of bemusement and indulgence. "Will you marry me now?"
I grinned up at him, which appeared to be an answer wnough to him if the way he quickly ushered me out to his
waiting car. As soon as we were in he said, in french, "Roberts, Judge Winston's office please."
"Of course, sir,"
Chrisopther then turned his eyes back to me and sighed. "I wish this were simple but I fear it won't be,
Rose. I cannot live in the US, as the CEO of Erikkson Electronics I need to be here. and there are other
matters..."
I put my finger to his lips, shushing him, "I know, I thought about all the problems we might have had over
the years if I had told you and stayed when we first met and convinced myself it wouldn't have worked... but I
was kidding myself, I knew had I been able to change what I had done I would have knowing I wouldn't be able
to live in the US. Knowing a little country pumpkin like me would be dreadfully out of place at your fancy
business dinners but I won't care so long as I am married to you.... I love you Christopher."
A grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled at me, "And I love you Rosabella, oh I do love you."
So Christopher and I got married in a judges chambers both soaking wet and cold. And when I did actually get me big wedding cerimony it was in Paris as I reasoned that only my parents were in the US and all of his family and friends were here. My wedding dress was gorgeous and the wedding was beautiful, not to mention that Christopher looked stunning in his tux. I couldn't helped but feel a like nervous which Christopher noticed immediately and as soon as my father gave me away he took hold of my hand and squesed it gently reasuringly and I couldn't help but grin. Since I had living in his parents huge house ever since we got married I had grown to know them quite well and was very comfortable around them though I had been extremely nervous to meet them the first time, after all I had just married their son and not even met them yet. However all Christopher said was 'this is Rosabella', and his mother took off saying how wonderful it was to meet me, and how many wonderful things she had heard about me. It was about a half an hour before Christopher could get in long enough to say that we were married. His mother to me surprise was joyfully happy instead of upset. And we found that our parents got along great.
Name: Christopher Damien Sinclair
Age: 31
Eye color: Gray/ligh Blue
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Black
Education: BS in Business Management
Name: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
Age: 26
Eye color: Hazel
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Light Brown
Education: BA in Foreign Language
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
DH: Christopher Damien Sinclair
CEO of a large company - $800,000
DW: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
College/University Professor - $90,000
Wedding budget - 9
House plan: European house plan 17-2079
Pictures:
I didn't think we needed to get such a big house, it is almost 3000 sq ft! But Christopher said that we wouldn't want to have to move into a new house when we decided to have children. I was kind of shocked, we hadn't spoken much about having children and I sort of assumed that he wouldn't want any because he was so busy with his job. However he assured me that he'd only want about six children maybe seven. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it especially not with him watching me indulgently as though no matter what I asked him for he'd do everything in his power to provide. I told him I wanted to have him to myself for a little while but I would love to have children someday. I was also surprised that he wanted to get our house a good fourty minute drive from the city so that instead of seeing all buildings out of my windows I saw trees and a poud. I decided to call our house Adela, which is spanish for 'Noble'.
Moving in was a big ordeal and his mother, Lily, insisted on helping me decorate it, not that I minded. She and I had similar tastes and soon everything was finished and in place. Not that I always knew where everything's place was and I had to spend many weeks living there before I fully accustomed myself to everything. I as found out that Chris enjoyed making pottery. I was so surprised when he told me I would have laughed except for a niggling feeling that he may not be kidding. He wasn't of course and one thing I love to do is spend a hour or so in the morning watching him mess around with the clay. Not that he messed around with it, he was very good at pottery, at everything he seemed to try. He would concentrate totally on the lump of clay and slowly mold it into something.
From pervious rounds
My name is Rosabella Naomi Harrison, I was born in Sedona, AZ and rised in Andorra La Vella, Andorra. You
have probably never heard of Andorra, it is a small country between Spain and France, small as in only about
2.5 times the size of Washington DC. My parents were missionaries and we spent six years there. My parent's
spoke mainly English at home, Catalan and Spanish the rest of the time, so I grow up speaking many languages.
And I found that I loved it. I loved being able to speak more then one language and vowed one day to be an
ambassador, however as I am now a language professor it is clear that dream didn't come true, instead I am
teaching which I also love. While in Andorra my family and I lived off of almost nothing, as I grow up in
that inviroment it was rather shocking coming to the United States for the rest time. I was of course an
american citizen as both of my parents were.
After coming to the US I was surprised to learn that my parents were actually rich people. Wealthy enough to
afford a nice big house and all the luxuries they hadn't been able to give me in Andorra they gave me then.
When I got enrolled in school I was extremely wary as I had been in the US only a few weeks and I wasn't yet
accustumed to the changes.
Although I never enjoyed school (though I did enjoy learning), I was glad I went because it helped me to
become familiar with how people actted in the US. I learned that my quiet, still nature often distrubed those
around me. As a result I was mocked and bullied a lot. The mocking and bullying didn't really bother me
though as I easiely ignored the mockers and could beat up any bully you thought that becuase I was small and a
girl I couldn't stand up to him. The bullyign quickly stoppped though the mocking continued. I quickly
learned that my upbringing in Andorra was vastly different then the upbringing many of my classmates had, but
I was happy that I was the way I was much more then I wished to fit in. I tried skipping a grade as I already
knew the matriel taught but they wouldn't allow me too so I started college at the same time as everyone else.
After four and a half years I had my language degree. Afterwards since my parents offered to pay for me to
take a year vacation, the popular thing among graduating students at the time, I agreed taking a long trip to
tour France. Unfortunately Though I had taken all the French speaking classes the French I spoke was slightly
different then what many French people spoke. During that magical year I had a lot of fun and I meet
Chrisopher. Dark brown haired, gray eyed Christopher quite swept me off me feet. It was one of those super
embarassing first encounters. I had been walking away from a cute little cafe that I visited often when I
suddenly realized that I didn't have my purse. I swirled around and ran into him. he was quite unfortunately
carrying a cup of coffee that he had probably just bought at that cafe, which spilled all over both of us. I
was so embarassed I could just die. I quickly appologized and offered to pay for the clothes, only to realize
I had reverted to English in my harried state and quickly repeated it all in French finally getting the nerve
to look up into his eyes. Quite to my suprise I found them sparkling with amusement, not the mocking kind but
honest humor. He grinned and asked if we couldn't talk about repairing the damages to our clothes over a cup
of coffee. And we did. I spent most of the rest of my vaction with him, both of us knowing we were enjoying
borrowed time. When it was time for me to leave I couldn't work up the nerve to go face him and tell him I was
leaving for fear of begging him to give me a reason to stay. Instead I quickly boarded my plane bound for the
US. Though I was happy to be back, I was inmeasurably. There was no way I could love anyone as much I did
Christopher. Though many would have said it was puppy love, a cruch or inmature love Christopher was often on
my mind during the next few years. As a professor I had didn't have too much free time but every two years we
got a paid vaction (they called it a sabbatical) to spend soon time writting a book. Why exactly they wanted
us to do that I didn't know but I went back to France. Partly, I'll admitt becuase I hoped to see
Christopher, although I knew that chance was slim and even slimmer was the chance that he would be happy to
see me. So instead I convienced myself that all I wanted was to do was to go visit the country I loved. I
went and stay at much the same place I did before, and visited that little coffee shop where we'd meet. I was
surprised when the owner recognized me immediately and told me all about how Christopher had come in there
looking for me and demanding to see me. She said he was quite furious that I hadn't told him I was leaving.
I enjoyed my visit and managed to finnish a book, all the while wishign and hoping Christopher would can find
me. And he did. I was sitting in the little cafe eating breakfast, rain pouring down outside. I loved the
rain and I was in quite a good mood humming to the song playing softly over the speakers. The door opened and
a cold brisk wind blow in along with a huge trench coat covered man. I looked up and found myself pinned by
two fierce gray eyes. "Why did you tell me you were leaving?"
I carefully set down my fork before I dropped it and tried to subdue the quiver that ran through me in the
face of the furious smoldering eyes, though I knew deep down that he wouldn't ever hurt me. On purpose that
is.
"You knew I was leaving." I asnwered as steadily as I could as he sat down across from me without so much as a
by-your-leave.
"I didn't know when, didn't know where you lived or how to connact you." His gray eyes snapped reproachfully
at me and I fought down my instincts to throw myself in his arms and thank him for finding me.
"I didn't think you wanted it, you never expressed an interest before I left." My reasoning was sound, but the
way Christopher's gaze said it wasn't.
"I didn't want to think about the time when we would be sepperated. Neither did you. We never spoke of it
after you told me and I didn't want to have to deal with it before I had to." Christopher's eyes ran over me.
"Are you married?"
His aburt question startled me into blurting, "No, of course not, I never..." wanted anyone but you. I stopped
before I finnished but I had a feeling that he knew what I had been about to say and fierce possessiveness
filled his face.
"Good, get up. You are coming with me."
"What... I am? Chris!" Christopher was tugging me out of my booth having already fished out some bills that
probably covered my meal five times over.
"Chris, where are we going." I asked breathlessly.
"We are going to go get married before you get another hare-brained idea to go off and dissapear." His face
darkened as he thought of her running away without telling him. "Yes, you definitly need a keeper and I am the
only man for the job."
"But Chris, my parents, there still in the US. I can't get married without them." I told him breathlessly.
"Yes, you can. We can get married here in a judge's chambers and do the whole shambang when we get to the US.
I am not going to wait that long."
"Hey, you haven't even asked me! For all you know I could be engaged, almost married, betrothed...."
His eyes narrowed, "Are you?"
"Well.... No." I admitted.
"Then, Rose... Rosabella will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
He raised an eyebrow as though to say, I know that so why did I have to waste time propsing? But I just beamed
at him and his lips lifted in a smile of bemusement and indulgence. "Will you marry me now?"
I grinned up at him, which appeared to be an answer wnough to him if the way he quickly ushered me out to his
waiting car. As soon as we were in he said, in french, "Roberts, Judge Winston's office please."
"Of course, sir,"
Chrisopther then turned his eyes back to me and sighed. "I wish this were simple but I fear it won't be,
Rose. I cannot live in the US, as the CEO of Erikkson Electronics I need to be here. and there are other
matters..."
I put my finger to his lips, shushing him, "I know, I thought about all the problems we might have had over
the years if I had told you and stayed when we first met and convinced myself it wouldn't have worked... but I
was kidding myself, I knew had I been able to change what I had done I would have knowing I wouldn't be able
to live in the US. Knowing a little country pumpkin like me would be dreadfully out of place at your fancy
business dinners but I won't care so long as I am married to you.... I love you Christopher."
A grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled at me, "And I love you Rosabella, oh I do love you."
So Christopher and I got married in a judges chambers both soaking wet and cold. And when I did actually get me big wedding cerimony it was in Paris as I reasoned that only my parents were in the US and all of his family and friends were here. My wedding dress was gorgeous and the wedding was beautiful, not to mention that Christopher looked stunning in his tux. I couldn't helped but feel a like nervous which Christopher noticed immediately and as soon as my father gave me away he took hold of my hand and squesed it gently reasuringly and I couldn't help but grin. Since I had living in his parents huge house ever since we got married I had grown to know them quite well and was very comfortable around them though I had been extremely nervous to meet them the first time, after all I had just married their son and not even met them yet. However all Christopher said was 'this is Rosabella', and his mother took off saying how wonderful it was to meet me, and how many wonderful things she had heard about me. It was about a half an hour before Christopher could get in long enough to say that we were married. His mother to me surprise was joyfully happy instead of upset. And we found that our parents got along great.
Name: Christopher Damien Sinclair
Age: 31
Eye color: Gray/ligh Blue
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Black
Education: BS in Business Management
Name: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
Age: 26
Eye color: Hazel
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Light Brown
Education: BA in Foreign Language
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
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