Sweet but Psycho
some people are so poor all they have is money

DONATELLA.

Last Login:
August 14th, 2020




Gender: Female

Age: 27
Country: Italy

Signup Date:
July 02, 2020


Subscriptions:

08/14/2020 01:57 PM 

Debt as of 08/14/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.

Current owed Starters:

Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)

Current owed Replies:

Charlie (8/5)
Flynn (8/9)
Hexley (8/14)

Current Discussions:


Ember, Armani, Odette.

Who owes me:

Gael (7/15)
Lilith (7/24)
Xander (7/29)

Antonio (8/2)
Atticus (8/6)
Serenity (8/6)
Rose (8/7)

08/07/2020 01:05 PM 

Debt as of 08/07/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.

Current owed Starters:

Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)

Current owed Replies:

Charlie (8/5)

Current Discussions:


Ember, Armani, Odette.

Who owes me:

Gael (7/15)
Hexley (7/27)
Lilith (7/24)
Xander (7/29)

Flynn (8/2)
Antonio (8/2)
Atticus (8/6)
Serenity (8/6)
Rose (8/7)

07/31/2020 12:57 PM 

Debt as of 7/31/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.

Current owed Starters:

Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)

Current owed Replies:

Lewis (7/27)
 Flynn (7/28)

Current Discussions:


Antonio, Ember, Armani, Atticus, Odette, Hyung.

Who owes me:

Gael (7/15)
Hexley (7/27)
Lilith (7/24)
Xander (7/29)


Completed Owes:

Hexley | Completed on July 19th, 2020 @ 2:55 p.m. The first meeting. (Hex's reply.)

[ This blog post is viewable to friends only ]

07/27/2020 03:51 PM 

Please come home to me. (PTW)

  

Ever since the disappearance of her beloved Dimitri, things had been less than easy for Donatella. She spent countless hours searching for him, missed multiple days of work that she had to take some vacation time. Her job was very understanding seeing as she had never asked for days off and never pulled a no-call, no-show. She was aware by now that the police that Giorgina had under her thumb would do nothing so she decided she had to take things into her own hands. Nobody cared enough about her or him to help her except for Ren, but she was busy grieving the loss of Kyler so she was on her own.

 

The days that she wasn't out looking for Dimitri or calling his phone in hopes that she would be able to hear his voice just once, or in hopes that he would come to her, she had herself locked up in her house drowning her sorrows in liquor and snorting cocaine. She didn't care about anything if she wasn't sure Dimitri wasn't alright. They had grew up together. From the moment they met as kids - they were inseperable. They used to play house where he was the husband and she was the wife when they were younger. When they both turned sixteen - he promised her one day that he would make her his wife. All those memories and that promise was all she had left of him and she would hold onto them. Wouldn't give up on him until a body surfaced.

Of course she was criticized by people because they were certain she wasn't out looking for him all because she wasn't airing her personal life out for everyone to know about. The truth is, she searched for him every day and night, called his phone countless times even had a friend of hers to try to track his phone a couple of times but it was no use. The battery was dead - she was sure of this because every time she tried to call him, she reached his voicemail. "Hey, this is Dimitri. I can't come to the phone right now. You know what to do." That message was what she heard each time she tried to get ahold of him, each time she heard it - her heart sunk and the tears fell from her eyes. Would he be lost forever or would he come home to her in one piece?

 

It was just an ordinary day, she was out searching for him - on her own as usual and she tried to call his phone again. Again, she reached the voicemail. His voice, the happy tone in his voice caused her lips to form into a small smile. Tears welled up in her eyes, running down her cheeks and smearing her make-up so black lines decorated her perfect olive skin. Falling to her knees, she left yet another voicemail, her voice cracking in between each word. "Dimitri. Please come home to me.." Her voicemail was sent and the line fell silent. The female didn't bother budging, she just stayed kneeled on the ground, the sky beginning to rain down on top of her. She didn't care - she just kept calling his phone and listening to the sound of his voice over and over again.

07/24/2020 01:28 PM 

Debt as of 07/24/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.

Current owed Starters:

Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)

Current owed Replies:

Zero.

Current Discussions:

Antonio, Ember, Armani, Andres, Atticus, Odette, Ryder, Xander, Brenna.

Who owes me:

Gael, Lewis, Flynn, Hexley, Diego, Lilith.

Completed Owes:

Hexley | Completed on July 19th, 2020 @ 2:55 p.m. The first meeting. (Hex's reply.)
Diego | Completed on July 19th, 2020 @ 3:40 p.m. What did you do? (Diego's reply.)

07/19/2020 03:40 PM 

What did you do? (Diego's reply.)

   

Laying across her bed on her stomach, watching a movie with her boyfriend, Dimitri, her phone was on vibrate so that they weren't disturbed during their movie night. For this reason, she didn't hear her phone ring and he was sent straight to voicemail. Blue optics were glued to the television screen and she couldn't help but giggle at the funny scenes. Dipping her hand into the bowl of popcorn, she scooped up a couple pieces and popped them into her mouth, chewing it up and swallowing before taking a sip of her drink and setting it back on the floor. A few minutes passed, Dimitri had paused the movie so he could go to the bathroom and all of a sudden there was the sound of her phone vibrating followed by a knock at her front door. Raising a brow, she paused the movie and slowly rolled out of the bed before grabbing her phone.

 

Slipping her feet into her slippers, she grabbed her robe from off of the chair next to her bed and pulled it on, tying it shut and made her way out of her bedroom and towards the front door. Given everything that had happened the past few nights, Dimitri was in tow right behind her, staying close to her because they didn't know who or what was standing on the other side of the dear. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back at Dimitri before reaching out with a trembling hand and removing the chain from over the door before unlocking the deadbolt and slowly opening the door. Another deep breath was taken in but she exhaled it slowly when she seen a battered and bleeding Diego standing on the other side holding his shoulder.

Her brow lifted and she opened the door all the way, allowing him to come in before shutting the door behind him and placing both of the locks in place once again and setting the alarm. "Diego? What the hell happened to you?!" She grabbed him gently by the arm that wasn't injured and led him into the dining room. Flipping the light on, she sat him down at the table and grabbed her nursing bag from inside the laundry room where she kept it on the shelf when it wasn't in use and on her days off. Placing it on the marble countertop, she unzipped it and got her sewing kit out to perform sutures if she needed to.

 

Her ocean optics were filled with evident worry for him as she made her way over to him. Before she touched him, she grabbed a pair of gloves from her bag and pulled them on. Shaking her head, she leaned against the counter top and gently removed the hand that was holding his injured shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what in the hell happened to you or do I have to play a guessing game with you?" There was an evident attitude in her tone of voice as she had spoke because she knew he was one that had liked pain. He told her this when they spent the night together. Another shake of her head was given and she began to examine his body for any signs of visible wounds. "There's blood so you're obviously injured somewhere else other than just your shoulder. So, out with it, Diego. What were you doing that caused you to dislocate your shoulder and cause you to bleed as well as your face being all busted up?"

07/19/2020 02:55 PM 

The first meeting. (Hex's reply.)

    

A groan of protest was elicited from the lips of the Italian mafia princess when her dad informed her that she would be forced to join him for his business meeting. A roll of her blue optics followed and she rested her arms over her chest, a scowl of unamusement placed upon her beautiful features and replaced the smile that was normally there. Shaking her head, she dressed in a simple black dress, curled her hair and draped some of it to either side, leaving a couple of strands to lay along the top of her back. Her normal olive skin was covered in a coat of foundation, eyelids were painted with a touch of light blue eye shadow and her lips were stained with a bright red shade of lipstick.

 

Glancing at herself in the mirror, she smirked satisfied but it quickly faded and was replaced a frown when she heard her dad call her name and tell her to hurry up. "Donatella Aviela Vitiello! Hurry up - we are going to be late!" She cringed at the sound of her full name rolling off of his lips. Shaking her head, she grabbed her phone, wallet and white fur shrug and draped it over her shoulders before hurrying out of her room, down the stairs and towards the front door where her dad was already waiting for her - quite impatiently at that. "I swear you take forever to get ready. I don't understand." This earned him a roll of her eyes and she pulled the door open before stepping out into the cool night breeze and heading towards the limo whose door was already opened and waiting for her. Climbing in, she slid over to the opposite side from where her dad was sitting, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

Her dad slid in after her and the driver closed the door before going around to the other side of the car and climbing in the driver seat. The whole ride to her dad's business meeting was quiet and very awkward. Her attention was glued to her phone, scrolling through her instagram stream and her dad was doing something on his phone. More than likely texting one of his whores. Something he did whenever her mother wasn't around. A scoff slipped from her lips, gentle but audible enough for him to hear. Her dad raised his hand to slap her across the face but they had pulled up in front of the motel. "You're lucky we're here otherwise you would have wore a handprint to go with that slutty make-up of yours!" Rolling her eyes, she shrugged it off and continued to scroll through her instagram stream. She was used to this kind of treatment from her father, it was nothing new.

 

Her attention from her phone screen only broke when she seen her father get out of the car and talk to someone. Brow quirked at the words he said to her and her eyes were trained on the entrance to the door waiting for whoever it was to climb into the limo. Soon a girl a few years younger than her emerged through the open door and settled herself on the same seat that her father was seated. Her father climbed back in the limo and closed the door behind him, wrapping his arms around the dark haired female and drawing her close. Setting her phone down on the seat, arms came to rest over her chest and she focused her ocean optics on the female in her father's arms. This went on for a few minutes until the other female broke the silence, extended her hand towards her and introduced herself. Dona dropped one hand from her chest and extended it towards the other woman, shaking it gently before retracting her hand, folding it back over her chest once again. "I'm Donatella. Donatella Aviela Vitiello. It's nice to meet you, Maisey." It wasn't really nice to meet her because her dad was cheating on her mother but she knew if she was rude, it would have caused her to receive a punishment from her father whenever this evening was over. Tuning their timey-whimey nonsense out, she picked her phone up, unlocked it and continued to scroll through her instagram feed, liking a couple posts every now and then.

07/19/2020 01:39 PM 

Debt as of 07/19/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.

Current owed Starters:

Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)

Current owed Replies:

Zero.

Current Discussions:

Antonio, Ember, Vivian, Armani, Lilith, Andres, Valaria, Atticus, Odette, Ryder.

Who owes me:

Gael, Lewis, Flynn.

Completed Owes:

Hexley | Completed on July 19th, 2020 @ 2:55 p.m. The first meeting. (Hex's reply.)
Diego | Completed on July 19th, 2020 @ 3:40 p.m. What did you do? (Diego's reply.)

P.S: I'm ALWAYS open for more storyline discussions and I'm also welcome to banter! This will be updated every Friday and/or when I receive more storylines and/or starters!

 

07/17/2020 01:14 PM 

No stranger to death.

      
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It was no secret that Donatella was no stranger to death.
 
 

It was no secret that Donatella was no stranger to death. Being a nurse and all - she witnessed death at least once every single day if not more than one time a day. But seeing that body hanging from the fountain, the blood flowing down his lifeless body shook her to her very core. Flashbacks of that image would haunt her once peaceful dreams for days on end. It was a peaceful, sunny day in New York. One of many so that was nothing new to Italian mafia princess. However, she wasn't aware that that was all about to change. Having the day off of work, she decided that she would leave her home in Brooklyn for a little while and drive to Manhattan for a slight change of scenery. About a forty minute drive and she was pulling up into the busy city streets which was Manhattan, New York. Parking her car in front of her favorite little bistro right outside of Central Park, she killed the engine, opened her door and climbed out being sure to lock her doors and set her alarm before she made her way inside.

 

She was immediately greeted by one of the waiters and they led her to a table seated by a window. Shrugging her coat off, she draped it over the back of her chair and took a seat before picking up the menu. Crystal hues scanned over it and she decided to go with her usual. A garden chef salad with sun dried tomato dressing and a french vanilla cappuccino. The waiter took her order and Dona pulled her phone from her jacket pocket. Unlocking it, she tapped on her instagram app and scrolled through her feed while she waited for her food and drink to arrive. Not paying any attention to anything, she jumped at the sounds of screams coming from the nearby park. Rising to her feet, she hurried out of the doors of the bistro and towards the park where all the commotion was coming from. When she reached the fountain, she stopped dead in her tracks as she seen the lifeless and blood stained body of what was once Stefano Morcelli posted up on the fountain like he was some type of prize. Her mouth dropped and her blood ran cold.

 

The sight of the Morcelli mafia family leader hanging up there from the fountain caused her hands to began to tremble. Immediate fear and worry flooded her mind and she began to panic. Pacing back and forth, she raised her left hand to her mouth and began to chew on her nails. A habit she had developed whenever she was nervous or guilty of something. Swallowing hard, her mind shifted to that of his daughter, Giorgina Morcelli. What would she think when she found out? Better yet - what would she do when she found out? Not wanting to find out, she pushed her way past the clammoring crowd of people that had gathered and were snapping pictures of the scene as if he were a famous movie star. A shake of her head given, a scoff of disgust slipped from her lips at the way these people had no respect for the dead. Making her way back into the bistro, she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on before placing forty dollars on the table - enough to pay for her meal and a tip for the waiter before retrieving her receipt from the cashier. Proof that she was nowhere near the fountain when Stefano Morcelli's body had been hoisted up on the fountain incase Giorgina decided to question her.
 
 

Unlocking her car, she opened the door and climbed in before shutting it and buckling up her seatbelt. Places the key in the ignition, turns it and when the car roars to life, she quickly backed out of her parking spot and drove home. Hands were trembling and gripping the steering wheel so tight that they turned two shades lighter than her normal skin tone. Her mouth was dry, heart thumping rapidly within her chest and tears had begun to fill her eyes. Who would do such a thing to Stefano Morcelli - and why? What did he do - who did he piss off to deserve such a display in such a public place? Was it a warning to the Morcelli family? Was it a warning to her? Did her family find out where she was and now they were killing off the people that vowed to protect her until she gave herself up and met her fate for slaughtering her family in cold blood? So many thoughts flooded her mind as well as the images of that body hanging from the fountain.


The way his eyes were hollowed out, the way his skin was pale other than the spots that were splattered with crimson. Reaching her house, she parked in her driveway, killed the engine and hurried out of her car, setting her alarm and rushed up to the door of her home, unlocking it and stepping inside, closing the door behind her and being sure to put the deadbolt and chain lock in place. Pulling her jacket off, she tossed it to the floor without a care and tangled her fingers in her hair. Leans against the door for a minute, slowly slinking to the floor and hugs her knees to her chest. What if it was her family that killed the Morcelli family mafia leader? What if it was her fault he was dead? What if Giorgina found out that her family was responsible for the death of her father, Stefano Morcelli and she came for her?

 
      
 

 

View All Posts

Mobile | Terms Of Use | Privacy | Cookies | Copyright | FAQ | Support

© 2020. RolePlayer.me All Rights Reserved.