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๑ Tredici ๑ Action ๑ Phone ๑ Backdated to Podfield
A; Action - Morning, Around town.
[If you happen to run into Romana around town, and you've met her before... well, you'll quickly notice that something's wrong. Very very wrong.
She's smiling.
And calling out to passerbyers in a very bright cheerful voice] Ciao~! Such a beautiful day, si?
[Everybody run for the hills.]
B; Action - Locked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muskatli.
[Here is a pod. Look at it rocking, as if someone's trying to break her way out with little success.
A very pissed off someone.]
C; Phone > Action for Partridge Drive, Afternoon
[The beginning of the fight between Romana and her double can be heard quite clearly, both women giving it their all. A carcophny of crashes, of glass breaking and Italian curses can be heard over the phone, ending with one loud smash as one Romana throws the other through the front window.
From her position in the shattered remains of the window, the real Romana takes a second to gloat, looking smugly down at her double. As she jumps out onto the grass the fake Romana scrambles to her feet, clutching a shard of glass tightly in one hand. It's clear, in the afternoon light just how hard both women have been fighting, both sporting bruises and cuts, hair rumbled and clothes ripped. But neither looks ready to give up.
For a few seconds both Romana's stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. While neither does, the real Romana does speak.]
As you can see, I don't appreciate imposters, cagna.
Vaffanculo, puttana!
[The fake snarls as she delievers her insult before lunging forward, bringing the glass up in a harsh swipe. Real Romana just ducks back in time, the glass giving her a new cut on her right forearm. In retaliation she grabs a piece of wood from the broken window frame, swinging it like a baseball bat at the fake's face.
Do you even dare intervene?]
D; Phone - After the previous call.
Ah. I assume people heard parts of that? Sorry... but that cagna is taken care of, whatever it was. No need to worry.
... How was everyone elses day then?
(ooc: red= real Romana, green=fake)
[If you happen to run into Romana around town, and you've met her before... well, you'll quickly notice that something's wrong. Very very wrong.
She's smiling.
And calling out to passerbyers in a very bright cheerful voice] Ciao~! Such a beautiful day, si?
[
B; Action - Locked to
muskatli.[Here is a pod. Look at it rocking, as if someone's trying to break her way out with little success.
A very pissed off someone.]
C; Phone > Action for Partridge Drive, Afternoon
[The beginning of the fight between Romana and her double can be heard quite clearly, both women giving it their all. A carcophny of crashes, of glass breaking and Italian curses can be heard over the phone, ending with one loud smash as one Romana throws the other through the front window.
From her position in the shattered remains of the window, the real Romana takes a second to gloat, looking smugly down at her double. As she jumps out onto the grass the fake Romana scrambles to her feet, clutching a shard of glass tightly in one hand. It's clear, in the afternoon light just how hard both women have been fighting, both sporting bruises and cuts, hair rumbled and clothes ripped. But neither looks ready to give up.
For a few seconds both Romana's stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. While neither does, the real Romana does speak.]
As you can see, I don't appreciate imposters, cagna.
Vaffanculo, puttana!
[The fake snarls as she delievers her insult before lunging forward, bringing the glass up in a harsh swipe. Real Romana just ducks back in time, the glass giving her a new cut on her right forearm. In retaliation she grabs a piece of wood from the broken window frame, swinging it like a baseball bat at the fake's face.
Do you even dare intervene?]
D; Phone - After the previous call.
Ah. I assume people heard parts of that? Sorry... but that cagna is taken care of, whatever it was. No need to worry.
... How was everyone elses day then?
(ooc: red= real Romana, green=fake)
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Sí, sí, of course. Ah, look at this mess! I'll clean up some.
But if you need me. . .
1/2
For not the first time she realises just how different the Spains are. Just how much Antonio doesn't know about her.]
I... Spagna... [Her voice cracks sharply on his name and]
2/2
Don't. Don't bother with it. Just...
There's food inside. And the coffee is the best I can do in this town but... if you make some leave enough for me.
[Slumping she walks off, her steps heavy as she heads upstairs before the sound of the shower being turned on can be heard from inside.]
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she's a strong woman and he's aware that, maybe, just for a moment, they both need to be alone to sort their thoughts. There is still some doubt in his mind and he looks back at the doppleganger once he is sure Romana is out of sight. He sees only a pile of clothes and kneels down to pick it up. Hm, he isn't sure if Romana would still want these but what did he know? After, Spain begins to pick at the yard, kicking the larger pieces of glass into a pile with the other shards. It doesn't take long.
After a moment, Spain goes into the house. First, he drops the clothes off next to the laundry-- it isn't hard to find since the house was only slightly different from his. He then goes into the kitchen and begins to prepare the coffee.
When Romana comes out the shower, she'll smell coffee and find a curiously thoughtful looking Spain at the kitchen counter, his fingers playing at his cross around his neck. ) )
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When she gets out she takes another long set of time to get dressed, twisting her hair into a loose bun. For once she doesn't bother with makeup, doesn't bother with trying to fix her hair even though she knows it will frizz as it dries. She can smell coffee and Romana follows it, glancing briefly at Spain before pouring herself a cup and staring blankly out the window.
Her own cross feels heavy around her neck]
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. . . Do you need anything?
( ( A bandage for any wounds. Sugar for the coffee. . . . a cheer up charm. ) )
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Anything... does she need anything? Slowly she shakes her head, before staring into her coffee] I'm okay... don't worry.
[A hug would be nice]
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The double is gone. She-- it-- disappeared after you left. The clothes were still there though. ( ( A pause. ) ) I left it by the laundry and. . .
I should have known you were. . . that that wasn't you. I'm sorry.
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Mm... I'll burn them. I don't think I have the energy to clean them properly, and even if I did... Ha, lucky they were the town's clothes...
[She pauses] It's fine. I'm not him, you don't know me as well. [Just like he isn't Isabel]
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( ( He doesn't even have to think about his answer and speaks simply-- honestly. Romano is Romano and Romana is Romana. He understands that. He knows that they're like two different sides of the coin but it wasn't like they were a completely different one all together. As different as the Nations themselves might be, Spain was still Spain and South Italy was still South Italy and the two countries shared a common history.
They had centuries of relations to work with and still, it was as if they were at square one. ) )
I want to know you too.
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She wishes she could let herself cry.] I...
...I want to know you too. But I don't want you to see me as him, or as a stand in for him.
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...No. I would not. [Her words are all said carefully and slowly, Romana fighting the waver that wants to slip into her voice]