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Cherub Tazewell
trophy104@aol.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:
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*swings his legs constantly* Dickon Tazewell *speaks with
a slight trace of an English accent* *has a rather high
voice* |
**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* :
*looks around the room, eyes wide open* *is extremely
curious and active* *fidgets with his clothing* *changes
his position in the chair constantly* Sissy calls me Cherub
sometimes *shrugs* but not all the time. Most of the time
I'm Dickon. *giggles*
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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*:
| *eyes widen* No one will want to kill me! I'm nice, I
don't like being mean! Sissy says it's not nice. *is an
extrememly caring, outgoing, active and gentle boy* *wishes
his older sister enjoyed herself more often* *sometimes
feels at fault for his sister's lack of a social life* |
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*:
*sits up very straight and tall* Well I look nothing like
Sissy. Sissy has short black hair and green eye, and I have
short strawberry blonde hair with hazel eyes. *brings his
left hand up to his mouth and bites his fingernails* I'm
about this tall *raises his right hand, with his palm parallel
to the ground, up to about 2' off the ground* *has the same
creamy beige complexion as his sister however his is sprinkled
with freckles* *looks nearly identical to his father*
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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:
I'm four! *holds up four fingers on his right hand* My
birthday's not till July though, July 21st. *speaks bubbling
with pride* I can't wait! A whole hand old! Sissy even said
she'd get me a present! *grins widely showing all of his
teeth*
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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.:
| Tail? He has a tail! *points at Scotchy and giggles* I
don't have a tail, but I can tell you how I got here. Sissy
brought me! We came on a big boat from England. I go where
sissy says, and she said to come here. *giggles again* |
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:
*knows nothing about his father and grandparents* *believes
just what he has been told* *thinks he is Leyla's younger
brother and that both his parents are dead* *is in actuality
Leyla's son* There's only one sissy! *grins*
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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:
| Nope! Can I go back to Leyla now? Sissy gets worried easily
*frowns a little* |
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