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Date Posted: Tue, Oct 12 2004, 1:56pm PDT
Author: Nikolai Oliveri
Subject: She calls early in the morning about money that I mighta spent.. it's a classic case of I-don't-know-where-it-went..













The solitary figure made his way into the lodge, the rain that had been falling for the last few days had seeped through his old bomber jacket and soaked his hair so badly that even when he shook the loose droplets out, there were still unruly dribbles of rain tracing down his forehead and off the end of his nose. He loathed the elements, and their relentless downpouring - his shift on the streets today had been less than pleasant thanks to the weather, and now he felt chilled to his very bones. Peeling the soaking wet jacket off of his fit body, he dropped it in a pool of water on the other side of the door, toeing off the sneakers that were just as wet. He was in regular clothes now, but he didn't lose the look of an authoritarian figure, his square jaw and muscular forearms peeking out from the rolled up sleeves of his long sleeved tshirt made it evident that he was hardworking and difficult to argue with. He padded toward the kitchen, his wet socks leaving c-shaped imprints of condensation on the hardwood floor, and rummaged in the liquor cabinent until he pulled out a half bottle of whiskey, pouring just a dollop in the bottom of a glass and knocking it back easily.


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Name Me: Nikolai Jakob Oliveri.


Age Me: 24 long summers.


Trace Me: The beginnings of this one are humble - from a raucous ghetto in South Central LA, the young man developed a fierce aversion to authority and grew up running the streets with older guys who managed to get him into much trouble. From rough beginnings, though, he has built into an upstanding young man, one of RD's most prized police officers - he is fiercely loyal to those who are important to him, but it takes a good deal of effort to become important to him. Based on watching the abusive relationship that his parents carried on, he has had only a handful of relationships, and isn't looking for much more than basic need fulfillment - though he's not one to settle down, he's still respectful and honest. His troublesome past sometimes sticks around, haunting him in dreams and that manner of thing, but other than that, he's a model citizen, with the rough base and an occasional slip of the tongue.


Play Me: 'Bear


Contact Me: AIM: xnoxremedyx


Stealers Suck


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