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Date Posted: Tue, Oct 12 2004, 3:44pm PDT
Author: Nikolai Oliveri
Subject: She calls early in the morning about money that I mighta spent..
In reply to: Karisma 's message, " Waiting to exhale " on Tue, Oct 12 2004, 3:35pm PDT

A brow quirked as the voice spoke - really, he was a pretty solitary figure when it came down to it - his hulking form and his shut-up, quiet manner usually intimidated people away, and he couldn't say he wasn't happy about that - when you saw people everyday, dealt with the scumbags and the bottom feeders of the city, you got pretty sick of people, and he was okay with that. The bottle was sitting on the counter by now, and he cast his dark eyes toward it, his brow furrowed a little before he turned, wordlessly, pulling a glass out of the cupboard for her, and poured her a good dollop of it too, handing her the glass as he knocked back the rest of what was in his own. He told himself it was more to get rid of the deep chill he'd developed from his day on the beat, but wasn't everyone an alcoholic?
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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

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Waiting to ~~exhale~~ -- Kari, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 6:51pm PDT
She calls early in the morning.. -- Nikolai Oliveri, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 7:07pm PDT
Waiting to ~~exhale~~ -- Kari, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 7:21pm PDT
She calls early in the morning.. -- Nikolai, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 7:25pm PDT
~~waiting to exhale~~ -- Kari, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 7:43pm PDT
She called early in the morning.. -- Nikolai, Tue, Oct 12 2004, 7:47pm PDT

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		A brow quirked as the voice spoke - really, he was a pretty solitary figure when it came down to it - his hulking form and his shut-up, quiet manner usually intimidated people away, and he couldn't say he wasn't happy about that - when you saw people everyday, dealt with the scumbags and the bottom feeders of the city, you got pretty sick of people, and he was okay with that. The bottle was sitting on the counter by now, and he cast his dark eyes toward it, his brow furrowed a little before he turned, wordlessly, pulling a glass out of the cupboard for her, and poured her a good dollop of it too, handing her the glass as he knocked back the rest of what was in his own. He told himself it was more to get rid of the deep chill he'd developed from his day on the beat, but wasn't everyone an alcoholic? ----------------------- 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