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Date Posted: Mon, Oct 18 2004, 8:45pm PDT
Author: Nikolai
Subject: Black hall shelter, warm nights in summer..
In reply to: Bryani 's message, "
The sand's still dry
And the storm off shore's not far behind
And I'm still waiting
" on Mon, Oct 18 2004, 6:47pm PDT


		He, too, was making his way in out of the drizzle, but it had pretty much gotten him - a dusk-time walk all the way out here and basically soaked his dark locks and left a sheen of what appeared to be sweat but was actually just the mist coating his olive toned skin. He sprinted up the stairs two at a time, shaking the droplets of the rain off of the front of the navy hoodie that he wore, mumbling some sort of curse at the dampness. Unzipping the thick garment, he reached for the white tshirt that strained across his broad shoulders and tugged it up enough to see a bit of his washboard abs to wipe his face. He spotted her and one corner of his lips tilted up - he was feeling particularly social tonight - living by yourself and having little company tended to do that to him - he'd had the day off, so he'd had hardly any human contact. "Miserable weather, isn't it?" -------------------- 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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She had watched him all the way up the path and up the steps, but didn't break the stoic look to her features until he spoke - and even then it was with a wry laugh and the shake of her head. "It's not home." At home, everyone was probably still sunbathing in their bikinis, and wearing tank tops and skirts. Here, she hadn't left home without a sweater in weeks. Miserable was right. (NT) -- Bry, Mon, Oct 18 2004, 9:06pm PDT

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