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Annette Martines
godess_of_fire_and_passion@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:
| *laughs loudly* For goodness sakes, Miro, there's no real need to be
so formal. You know my name. *watches him glare at her for her lack of
professionalism* Fine *turns her shoulders defiantly* My name is Annette
Rosalie Martines and I think it's a dashingly beautiful name of extraordinary
strength. *narrows her eyes* No, Miro, I don't know what it means and
I couldn't care less. To me it means who I am and that's all that's important.
I know who I am. I am Annette Rosalie Martines and not a soul can take
that away from me, even if they take everything else. |
*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* :
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*crosses her arms and starts tapping her fingers on
her arm* My name is Annette Rosalie Martines. I will be called Annette
and nothing else. *had numerous nicknames, given to her by her brother
and his friends* *these nicknames ranged from the average 'Annie' and
'Nettie' to the extreme 'child of darkness' because the group sometimes
took her on jobs and many other names* *hates these nicknames because
she feels that they are taking away her individuality* *values her name
above all other possessions because she feels it is the only thing truly
hers anymore*
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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*:
| Well, to be perfectly honest with you, Miro, some people may want to
kill me before the day is out, but you see I wouldn't advise trying, especially
with Drago being my brother and all. *smirks at him* No, I'm really a
nice girl I just can get annoying, at least that's what they all say.
*had dramatic shifts between happiness and depression and lives each emotion
to it's most extreme* *looks around a bit before continuing* I'm bitter,
cynical, jaded, basically any other adjective along those lines. It comes
from moving as much as I did, and seeing as much death as I did. You don't
stay innocent after a life like that. It gets to you. *is fiercely loyal
to people whom she loves* I guess that's why I am the way I am.*fearful
and angry about almost everything* But I try to keep a good face. I mean,
I'm the leader around here and I don't like it when the others get down
and depressed. I'll do just about anything to help them out of it, simply
because I know what those feeling do to me. |
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*:
| *pouts a little* *raises her hand to her chest as if hurt by Miro's
question* Since when have I ever been a smart ass? *sighs resignedly*
I'm Sicilian, if that means anything to ya. *narrows her eyes* No, not
what you're thinking, it means that I have a dark complexion, dark eyes,
and dark hair. That's all you need to know about my looks. *has deep set,
large, round, black eyes* *also has loosely curled hair of the darkest
brown possible, that is more often considered black* *usually lets her
long hair fall down her back and into her face, except when cooking and
it becomes a fire hazard* *is extraordinarily feminine in an effort to
be accepted as normal* *is usually found wearing old-fashion, yet somewhat
upperclass-looking dresses that her brother often bought for her* *doesn't
over do the make-up, however* *uses it, but only lightly, because she
doesn't want to meet the same end she was told her sister met* *has a
coffee coloured complexion* * is full-figured, and somewhat lovely to
look at if not overly attractive* |
*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:
| *rolls her eyes* I -wasn't- being a smart ass. You're just
paronoid, Miro, honey. *shakes her head* I'm seventeen years old. *nods*
God, it feels like I'm a whole lot older than I am. I feel like I'm twenty
five or something like that. *sighs* I'll be eighteen of the eightenth
of August. I love it. That only happens once in a person's life. *plucks
a container of lipstick off the desk and starts putting it on* |
*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.:
| *squeals at Scotchy and reaches over to steal the kitten from Miro*
You know my story. Why should I go through telling it? *receives a glare
from Miro, both for trying to steal Scotchy and for not answering the
question* Fine, I was born in Sicily. My parents both died when I was
four so it was just the three of us: Drago, Cecile, and me. I was the
baby, so Drago spoiled me the most. Then Cecile left us.*because Drago
has started working as an assassin for a local gang of sorts* Around I'd
say 2 years ago, we left the country and stayed in other parts of Europe.
*locations depended on any number of Drago's jobs* But one day Drago decided
to go back to Italy and find Cecile. He was really depressed because he
had just lost a lot of money because he couldn't complete one of his "jobs."
This really rich kid named Nathaniel was really mad at us and was yelling
so much and I didn't know English at the time...*trails off* Anyway, he
went to get Cecile and I was sent to America with his bodyguards: Tino
and Benvoilio. He was going to meet us with Cecile, but she died. The
truth of that story is a complete mystery to me. *Drago told her that
Cecile had been killed by a stalker, but she doesn't really believe him*
He came to America in the winter and I tried to run away from Drago, but
it didn't work all that well. But, what can ya do? |
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:
| *has succeeded in stealing Scotchy and his holding the
little kitten like a baby* You guys are my friends *laughs*
You and Natalia. As for my family, there's Drago and he's
pretty much it. He's a great brother when he's not doing
his work. *thinks a moment* I'm decidedly single. I never
really had a boyfriend. I mean, Drago wanted me to be with
Benvolio or Tino, but Benvolio's in love with Myrtille and
Tino's annoying. *scratches the kitten under the chin* Maybe
I might meet someone else. Who knows? *is quite the flirt* |
*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:
| *fakes a gasp* For goodness sake, Miro, don't let me keep you from your
food. I know how you are. *laughs* Do you want me to cook something? I
found this great recipe...*trails off* Fine then. *cooks and play piano,
but not very well* |
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