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Miroslav 'Miro' Dmitriev
sleepdeprivedvixen@yahoo.com
* waltzes into the room and takes a seat at the desk* Good afternoon, my name's
Annette *smiles at the new face seated nearby* *picks up a paper from on top
of the massive mess on the desk* Now, just a few questions and you get to go
on your way. Don't make this into a disagreeable experience, okay? *nods decisively*
Let's start at the beginning. What's your name? I'd appreciate your full given
name, *looks up expectantly* you know, first and last:
| *in a sarcastic tone* Good afternoon Annette, I'm glad
to meet you. *has a very amused look on his face* I'd think
you’d know it by now. *sighs when he receives a "look"*
Fine. Miroslav Dmitriev. *smirks knowingly at Annette as
he sits on the edge of the desk* *speaks with a somewhat
heavy Russian accent, but can be easily understood when
he speaks* |
*nods* Alright *scribbles the name and a few stick figures on the paper* *snatches
it out of view* Do you have a name of sorts that you'd rather be called? *to
herself* I prefer my real name, but hey, to each his own. *looks over with a
bemused smile on her face* And, how'd you get that particular nickname?:
| *smirks* Well, if you don’t want to call me Miroslav
you can shorten it to Miro. Whichever you prefer to use.
*would not even care if you came up with a completely different
thing to call him, is easygoing that way* Dan calls me Mir,
which is also just shortening it, and I really do not care.
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*smirks* Cute, real cute *snickers a little* So, how old are ya, huh? And on
what day will you be turning a another year older?:
| *glares at her for the cute comment* *don’t call
him cute, darn it* I’m 18, born June second. *smiles*
That was a quick one. *sighs as a small orange kitten jumps
onto his shoulder* Get off Pumpkin. *ignores Pumpkin as
she climbs down his chest and curls up on his lap, purring
her way into a cat nap* |
*raises her eyebrows* That's a decent time of year *casts a furitive glance
at out the window* So, now where were we? *looks over the paper, now riddled
with stick figures and curly handwriting* Oh, yes, your looks. *nods* Now, don't
give me a hard time, just tell me what you look like. *puts her pen to the paper
expectantly* You know, like eye and hair colour, height, and all that other
stuff. Pretend I'm blind, okay?:
| *raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk* Can’t see for yourself,
Annette? Should you really be a leader here if you can’t see? *rolls
his eyes when he receives yet another "look"* Fine. I’m
tall, I guess, with brown hair and brown eyes. Good enough? *is 5'11"
and very well built, muscular and all those other good things* *has sort
of curly dark brown hair, some of it reaching to his dark brown eyes and
simply refuses to get it cut any shorter than that* *his hair and eyes
can both seem black at times, they are so dark* *usually has his sleeves
rolled up, from working on something around the house* |
*raises eyebrows* Sure, if that's what you say.*shakes head in disbelief* What's
your personality like? *looks you over* i mean, are you mean, nice, whatever?
How're you going to get along here?:
| I like to consider myself friendly. *smiles*But really, my personality
is all the way that others see me. *is a kindhearted young man who takes
pride in all he does* *he is responsible and trustworthy, probably the
two reasons he is a leader* *is easy to talk to, usually full of good
advice* *is stubborn, like his sister; that’s the main thing they
have in common* |
*sighs* Got'cha, you really think that, eh? *draw a little more on the paper*
Everyone gets mad about this one, but if you give me a hard time, I will not
hesitate to hurt you. *narrows eyes* How'd you get here and what your story?
Enthrall me.:
| You won’t hesitate to hurt me? *smirks* I’d like to see you
try. *sighs* My family came here from Russia when I was 4. I’m still
not sure why. My parents died in a fire about 2 years ago. *frowns* Natalia
and I already went to this church, so Father Samuel let us stay here.
Then you came around *smirks* and then this whole lodging house thing
came about. *is leaving out a lot of details that he deems unimportant*
*they are important, but no one knows them other than him, his sister,
and perhaps Annette on a few of them* *originally was running the lodging
house with Natalia but their disagreements caused Father Samuel to decide
that he needed a different person to run the girls’ house* |
*clasps hands and grins evilly* My favorite! *giggles* So, who are the people
in your life? Family, friends *snickers* girlfriends? *looks up happily* Tell
me everything.:
| Well, Natalia *makes a face* for family. Also Verochka,
my little sister. *loves his sisters dearly, both of them*
*even though he and Natalia do not get along, he still cares
about her and continues to be overprotective of her* There
are lots of people for friends. I don’t want to leave
anyone out so I’ll just leave it like that. I guess
if you -have- to know about the girlfriend issue, Ressa.
*smirks* *does -not- get along with his sister, they constantly
bicker* *they probably bicker so much because they are alike
in many ways, but they also bicker for other reasons* *no
one really knows why they are that way, but they have never
been different since they’ve been there* *after a moment*
Oh, and I am Bryn's godfather, but you would already know
that, since you are her godmother. *grins* Do not ask me
how that happened. |
Well, we've come to the last question. *nods* Then I can go
out to the candy shop and get myself a phosphate *looks out the window again*
So, anything else we oughta know about you?:
| *sarcastically* Oh gee, don’t let me keep you from your phosphate
*rolls his eyes* No, there’s nothing else that I can think of. *picks
up Pumpkin, who was sleeping on his lap, and stands up* *hands the kitten
to Annette as he walks out of the room* |
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