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Outsider Bernardi
OHSftptch9@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:
Miroslav, nice... *nods a little* It's Andrew Bernardi. Need me to tell
you how to spell that? *does not wait for an answer and
spells it for him anyway* It's Italian if you really must
know. However, I would prefer you not call me Andrew unless
you feel some weird urge to do so. *looks at him* All right?
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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* :
*watches him for a moment* Outsider. And you really need me to tell
you how I got it? *glances at him and then looks at the
paper* Right. Well, at the place I use to stay at thought
I wanted to be by myself all the time. *smirks slightly*
They didn't realize that it was just them that I didn't
want to be around. *chuckles slightly to himself* That's
figures.
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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, I do have a personality. *nods* And no, people aren't going to
want to kill me. Not yet anyway. I'm kidding, don't worry.
*smiles some* Well, I really don't know how to explain it.
If you're nice to me, I'll return it. However, if you start
being a smart ass and stuff towards me, I'll return that
as well. *shrugs* Understandable, right? *enjoys company,
but also enjoys his time alone* *will usually give signs
if he wants to be alone, becoming irritable and sarcastic*
*is usually a nice guy, respectful and a gentleman* *is
very trustworthy and would not betray someone's trust at
anytime* *will give his opinion at certain times* *listens
very well and follows directions* *likes it when things
are done right the first time and does not like to do things
over* *gets frustrated at things that he cannot do*
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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*:
No smart ass remarks, right. *nods a little and leans back in his chair*
Well, *looks himself over a little* Dark brown hair. Usual
in my whole family. *rolls his eyes slightly* Green eyes,
thanks to my mother. Last time I checked I was 5'9 or around
there. Close enough. *shrugs* What else is there to say
really. *wears solid color shirts with the sleeves rolled
up to his elbows* *has brown and black pants that he wears
most of the time and thin faded black boots* *has a few
scars on his legs and back from various fights he has been
in* *has one long scar running along his stomach from a
violent fight he had been apart off*
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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:
*looks at him a moment* Didn't realize I was being a smart ass, excuse
me. *rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest*
I'm seventeen though and my birthday is the first of August.
Need the year too? Born in 1887 if you can't figure that
out. I'll be eighteen this year.
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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.:
| *glances at Stotchy* Nice cat. *looks back at Miro* Well, I actually
took a train here. I was getting a little ill with Hempstead
and thought maybe a different part of New York would be
more suitable. I'm not sure of that yet. As for how I arrived
in New York and why I was in Hempstead, I really don't think
I know you well enough to inform you of it. Sorry to disappoint
you. I grew up in Italy and moved here when I was ten. That's
really all I want to share with you. *moved here with his
family at the age of ten and ran away from home at the age
of eleven* *went to Hempstead because it was close by to
his family* *found out his family moved back to Italy when
he was thirteen, so decided to find a place to live* *moved
into Hempstead, but moved out having not found what he was
looking for* *decided to come to Queens soon after* |
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:
Right... *nods slightly* *smiles some and shakes his head* I have family,
yes. They currently live in Italy, so it really doesn't
matter. I have a sister, Maria. She's younger. *thinks a
little* I guess she would be fourteen now. Then there's
Anthony, who's older. He would be twenty-one now I believe.
*nods a little* Yeah, I think that's right. Significant
other? No, not right now. *shrugs* I'm sure at some point
or another I'll find a girl. *smirks slightly*
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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:
| Well, I would not want to keep you from eating. So by all means, go
ahead. *waves his hands towards the door* I have nothing
else to say. *smoke and only drinks occasionaly* |
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