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Andy Masello
Fade1284@yahoo.com
*props his feet up on the desk and runs his hand through his messy hair* Okay,
you're going to have to answer a couple questions before you can go claim your
bunk. I'm Miroslav by the way. *pulls a pencil from behind his ear and glances
down at the form* I told you my name, now you tell me yours. *give you a look*
Real name, please:
| *looks up, a placid look on her face and studies his face for a moment,
for no real reason other than to take up time before answering
in a low and quiet voice* Anthony Masello. *reaches behind
her ear and pulls out the cigarette that had been resting
there* *puts it in her mouth but doesn’t light it*
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**writes it down* Right, if you say so. *glances back up* Got a nickname to
go with that? If so, how'd you get it? *has his pencil poised over the paper,
ready to write it down* :
*removes the unlit cigarette and shrugs* Andy. *shifts in the chair,
bringing one foot up on it with her* Short for Anthony…
*shrugs again twirling the cigarette in and out between
her middle, index and ring finger* Don’t care which
one you call me. *lowers her head a little and watches the
cigarette intently, having no real intention on lighting
it up and smoking it*
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*smirks* I suppose you have a personality. *mutters* I hope. *smirks at you*
Mind sharing it with me? Important things, like if people are going to want
to kill you before your first week here is over. That's always good to know.
*looks at you with an inquiring look*:
| *doesn’t raise her head but raises her eyes to him, her dark eyebrows
going up as well* *says seriously, and with an all too stern
face* So long as you just give me space no one will want
to kill me. You don’t bother me, I won’t bother
you. It’s that simple. *and means that* *isn’t
one to start conversation, confrontation or any other type
of communications with other people* *is a loner and seems
to like it that way* *is not shy but doesn‘t seem the
need ruin perfectly good silence with ear shattering chatter*
*with that stated she seems to be drawn to nighttime and
it’s a mystery as to when she actually sleeps* *doesn’t
seem to get angry very easily at all and she‘s known
for her short and to the point answers* |
What do you look like? *silences you with a look* No smart ass remarks, just
answer the question please. See? I even said please, so be nice and don't be
a smart ass *smiles*:
Won’t be. *puts the cigarette back behind her right ear, adjusting
her cap afterwards* I’m Italian. Name should have given
that away. Dark eyes, hair, light skin… *shrugs and
lazily throws an arm over the back of her chair, her other
leg spread and wrapped around the leg of the chair* *has
a thick mess of dark brown hair, cut short just teasing
the tips of her ears and the top of her eyebrows and it’s
always hidden under her gray cap which she is rarely seen
without* *has large rust colored eyes with long lashes that
seem almost feminine and thin pink lips* *is scrawny looking,
short and thin reaching no higher than five foot two and
weighing in at no more than a hundred pounds* *baggy clothes
cover up her entire body from the white shirt and faded
green over shirt that covers her still developing top which
continues to allow her to disguise herself as male to the
brown pants which are decidedly one size too large for her
small frame and cover her usually barefooted feet*
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*mutters* I thought I said -not- to be a smart ass... *rolls his eyes* Okay,
how old are you? If you know your birthday, tell me that too:
Fifteen. *clears her throat a little* *eyes stay focused on him though
it’s quite obvious she’s having a bit of trouble
with the last part of that question* Born December…
*raises an eyebrow, like she knew all along and just wanted
your reaction* 28th.
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*glances at the paper, trying to read the next question through his scrawly writing* The next question is... *squints at the paper* How'd you get here? *nods* I'm pretty sure that's what it says. *sits back in the chair and sighs when Scotchy jumps onto his lap* Tell me your tale.:
| *flicks her eyes to the cat and keeps them there for a moment too long
for her own liking before raising them back to Miro* No
tale, really. Parents died so I took off to live on my own.
So here I am. *said with great ease as it’s a lie she’s
been telling for a long time now* *ask her anything about
her past and she can tell it to you without so much as skipping
any part of it for the fictional story has been worked out
with such detail in her mind that it’s as though she
actually did live through it* *her real ‘tale’
is unfortunately much more complex than that and if she
had wanted people to know about it she wouldn‘t be
sitting in front of Miro now dressed as the opposite sex*
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Okay, now the fun question. *smiles* Got any family? Friends? How 'bout a significant
other? *winks* You know, those people who will talk to you voluntarily. *smirks*
Tell me about them:
Nothing to tell. My parents are dead. I have no friends. And I have
no girl. *and wouldn’t want one either* *finds it rather
hard to talk about girls in the manner that the boys in
the house do and doesn’t even bother trying much anyway*
*will just walk away or pretend she isn’t even there
in the room which is easy for her to do* *as said before,
she keeps to herself so making friends is a hard task and
not something she really finds the need to do anyway* *is
perfectly content being alone most of the time*
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*sticks the pencil behind his ear* Anything else we should
know? *shrugs* If not, I'm ready to go and get something to
eat. My hunger is now in your hands. *smirks* Don't incur
it's wrath, so if there is something else, make it quick:
| Nothing else. *relaxes back in the chair more and takes the cigarette
back out from behind her ear, going back to playing with
it as Miro leaves for food* |
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