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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Jul 8, 2009 12:57:30 GMT -8
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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Jul 8, 2009 12:58:15 GMT -8
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.Oh the earth is filled with beauty, and it's gathered all together, in the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl.:.[/font][/size][/center]
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HAIR: Nichola's hair is a cascade of dark brown waves, sometimes mistaken for black. Her hair ends around her lower back and a piece of hair is normally swept across her forehead in a side fringe. On rare occasions she likes to have her hair curled, the shining ringlets framing her pale face and highlighting her features. |
[/font] EYES: Her eyes are a shade of gold, though they tend to vary when her mood changes, i.e. If she is in a bad mood, they will change to a deep brown. She has tried green contacts before, but she preferred her golden orbs to the emerald ones. She normally has a layer of black eye liner on her upper and lower eyelids and frames her long lashes in black mascara. ATTIRE: The woman's taste in clothing changes on a regular base, normally something that will suit her curvy figure. Her fashion sense isn't quite unique, but she likes to make herself appear in beautiful clothing, or something that she finds will compliment her.
Due to her new occupation at The Rambert school of Ballet, she has found her love for flow-y dresses and ballet shoes has increased, wearing these on a more regular basis than she normally would have. [/td][/size][/font] [td]  [/td] [/tr][/table] N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O M A L D E T T O • J E A N A • N I C H O L A  | PERSONALITY:
At first Nichola can seem quiet and very kept to herself, though it is only when she is in the company of people she knows, that her personality can shine. She is normally well spoken and very bubbly to be around, trying to be kind to those she does not know. She finds it difficult to interact with people whom she doesn't know, and tends to stay in neutral ground with many of her close friends. At times she can have a boost of confidence and speak to those she would never have before, but this is on a rare occasion, or when she really has too. She is kind hearted, though if needs be, she can be as cold as ice. Though she does not like having to do this as it puts her into a foul mood. She believes that loyalty is a very strong trait that she possesses, which is something she believes every vampire should possess. She is devoted and loving to her childer, though keeps a firm grasp on things that they need to do. Overall, she is a warm hearted woman, who cares deeply about those around her. |
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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Jul 8, 2009 12:58:59 GMT -8
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.:. [/font][/size][/center] 
 | T H E • T A L E • O F • A • P R E T T Y • I R I S H • G I R L • (1907 – 1925)
Nichola O’Hara was born in the year 1907, not a year that goes down in history as one of great occurrences. Theodore Rosevelt shook a record number of hands, for the first ever time, a musical composition was aired on radio. The U.S Congress authorized the president to refuse entry to the country to any person carrying a non U.S passport. The law was aimed at the insane, the...mentally different and other...’undesirables.’ Undesirable had always been a word so mouldable, especially by the more ‘high class’ areas of society. Displeasing, bothersome, unwelcome.
Nichola O’Hara was particularly aware of this, she had always been so observant, big eyes watching the world quietly for years, learning. One of the first lessons she had learned was that the poor see more than anyone, as though their eyes were opened properly. They could even see the world burning, one piece at a time. Nichola’s mother was Lola O’Hara, not a name many ever heard of, considering she was an actress, her name was always in the tiniest font, whispered, left out. She was paid terribly for terrible parts, but the experience for seven year old Nichola was priceless as she clung to the velvet curtains to the side of the theatre, studying the movements, colours, make-up. To Nichola, the actors were like different forms of life, brighter than humans, more elegant, as though someone had brushed off all that dirt and soot and uncovered what people were meant to be. Young as she was Nichola dreamt of taking all that shimmering colour, all that life, and decorating the world with it.
Nichola grew up fast. Her mother fell ill with consumption when she turned 10, and was no longer allowed to attend the stage, as it was displeasing to see her pale, waxy complexion, her dark, empty eyes. If the poor were to die, they were to die silently, without a fuss and out of the way, so that such things were much easier to ignore.
Nichola had never known her father, nor had she pressed the matter of his identity with her mother, as it brought about vicious shouting in her own direction, and hidden tears in the wash room. It was for this reason that she found herself working behind the scenes at the theatre. The devoted years of studying had made her quite the artist when it came to creating a new face for any subject, even at her young age. They did not however, allow her to go near to go near the stars of their shows, as they were much too valuable to trust in the hands of a child. When there was no make up to be done, there was always the mopping, the cleaning, taking care of the dresses and costumes, dusting.
She worked as hard as she knew how to, yet this barely gave her enough money to feed Lola and herself and the two of them could not afford heat more than a couple of times a week at best. Lola died on Nichola’s 12th birthday leaving the young girl to live at the theatre in which she worked.
At sixteen, Nichola started her career on the stage, and her parts quickly grew to outshine those of her mother. Although Nichola was even worse off than her unwelcome mother when it came to money, she had beauty, and beauty pleased the crowds. It helped that her skills with the brush made her look so much more daring and eccentric than the others. She shone where the others glowed.
A mere couple of weeks before her eighteenth birthday, Nichola were presented her greatest role of all, the lead in a theatrical composition named ‘Fate.’ On opening night, Nichola found herself amazed by a select few faces in the audience, more beautiful than she had ever seen before. She toyed for a while with the idea of introducing herself to them, talking to them, and learning about them, but eventually realised how ridiculous such an endeavour would be. They were obviously rich, important, not interested in someone like her. After that first night, she watched for them through each performance, practically enchanted. Half a year passed before she saw them again.
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N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.:. [/font][/size][/center]
T H E • T A L E • O F • A • P R E T T Y • I R I S H • G I R L • (1925 - 2009)
It was an incredibly ordinary night when the group returned to the theatre, not unlike any other performance, there was no cliché storm or anything of the like. Nichola found herself distracted during her performance, once again interested by their presence, which seemed to be a performance in itself. She raced off the stage by the end of the play, it was the first time whilst on the stage she had felt as poor as she was. The room she had called her home was tiny at best, and she sat on the worn bed with her head spinning. It was as though she had spent all of her times playing her own make believe character. Finally the time had come to take off the mask, stand in front of the mirror and remember. She would never be that person.
It was at least an hour she felt, before she heard the cautious rap of knuckles against her door, the sound was oddly rhythm tic, as though it had been practiced thoroughly. She toyed with the idea of ignoring the call, but knew that if it were the owner of the theatre it would simply get her into trouble she didn’t need. When Nichola opened the door she was perhaps more surprised than she had ever been in her life, as standing before her where the members of the audience she had been so enthralled by. The way they stood made them seem regal and welcoming all at once, as though you could trust them with your life, yet you knew they were better than you. They walked into her tiny room one by one, filing into order with a perfect matching step, so that the whole thing seemed almost surreal. A tall woman with deep mahogany hair that spiked around her shoulders laid her hand to rest on Nichola’s shoulder, as though trying to calm her and it was only then that Nichola realised she had been panicking. The instant the woman’s fingers touched at her skin her heart rate slowed, her breathing paced it and she felt strangely at peace, as though her destiny was coming for her at last.
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The group of them spoke for a long while, though Nichola couldn’t remember what the conversation was about by the end of the evening. When the conversation came to an end, she was left with the strange feeling that some sort of decision had been made, not in her mind, but in theirs. Her eyes sought out the agreement on their faces, the soft sense of pride that their choice had seemed to five them. She barely registered their departure, and was left only with a great feeling of exhaustion, as though she hadn’t slept for months. Nichola’s head was screaming her eyes blurry, vision edged in white, leaving her disoriented, almost apart from her body. The room span and she barely had time to force herself to the bed before her brain shut itself off.
Nichola awoke feeling unlike she had ever felt, sick and strong all at once, she smoothed her hands across her face, checking for a temperature, instead she felt a lack of one. Her skin felt different, as though she wasn’t used to it, or it didn’t quite belong to her, and her muscles ached beneath it, as though yearning for something more than they ever had. She stretched; trying to adjust to herself, a sense of confusion based panic etching across her mind. What had happened last night? Was she sick? Falling ill? Her heartbeat choked her as she ran to the bathroom, throwing herself in front of the mirror to check for symptoms, she had to see herself. It was then when she realised that she was different, not because of any marks, her skin was perfect, untouched. She realised because for the first time when she looked at herself, she saw life.
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O M A L D E T T O • J E A N A • N I C H O L A
Nichola left the theatre a couple of weeks after that, even her makeup skills hadn’t succeeded in covering up the obvious changes in her, people were starting to become suspicious. Her difference made her lonely, and for a time she wonder if she’d traded one form of undesirability for another. She learned her new way of life through senses and urges as those who had birthed her did not return to her side, though she waited on them. Months, years passed of pointless wandering, searching for those like herself, a place that matched up to what she saw when she was human in the dancing and preening of the actors. The pushing storms of spring brought her finally, to RavenBlack City.
When Nichola had reached this strange city, her mind had reeled with the possibility's of finding others like herself. She hadn't encountered many people on her mindless wanderings over the years. She scarcely remembered how she had stayed alive for that amount of time. But something had pushed her on, telling her that there would be something out there in the end, if she just persevered and waited.
So she had, a whole 82 years if she was correct. She had entered the city, new and unsure of what to expect, unsure of what she would encounter. Her exceptions had been blown out of the water as she began to meet new people, many like herself, just searching for that one thing she longed. A home. A place to belong, to shine. Many of the people she met, became good friends and would stay by her side in the years to come. One person whom she met, who had seemed rather peculiar to her was a piress named tejas_dragon. She had met this lady through a close friend of hers, and from that day, Nichola had been sired by tejas, taken into her family with open arms. Nichola had never been happier, and soon sired two childer of her own, her heart was over whelmed with the love she felt for her new family, and she only hoped it would stay this way for ever.
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O M A L D E T T O • J E A N A • N I C H O L A
Nearly two years passed since she had been sired under tejas, but Nichola had become more unhappy with her sire. Things had changed, and not for the better. So she told tejas she would be leaving for a bit, going into a sleep. And thus she severed the lady. Though she held no ill feelings towards the woman who had helped her so dearly throughout the city, as she would always hold her dear to her own heart. The thing she concluded that she would miss most of all, where her siblings. She had forged some strong bonds with them, and she feared that they would be lost when she had indeed severed. She tried to keep in contact with them, though circumstances were rather odd and they didn't see as much of each other as they once had.
After returning from her sleep, Nichola met a rather odd male. Master Dracula. He was funny, yet completely crazy. He made her smile and laugh with the simplest of things. So they got to know each other a little better, and when he learned of her current status, that she had no family, he offered to sire her, to be there for her and she in return would be the childe he had never had. The shared an odd relationship, though they understood each other, and he knew when something was wrong with her and helped her with the problem.
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Soon after she had been with her new sire, she met an odd little creature in the city. A frog. It seemed to follow her where ever she went, giving her flowers and any coins it had found on the passing roads. The thing was so adorable, she couldn't bare to see it wander the streets alone. So she offered her hand in siring to the cute little thing, and it accepted, joining her ever expanding family.
Feeling complete like she had once before, though slightly different this time, the bond between sire and childer was stronger, a better communication. She searched for a clan, a place where she could learn, could meet new people of the city. Her findings ended in one of the successful clans of the city, one she wasn't sure she would be able to get into. Though she knew if she didn't try, she wouldn't receive. So she made her way to the clan leader, not expecting this kind woman to welcome her, and speak so nicely to her. Even more to her amazement, she was accepted into the clan, where she met a lot of other beings like herself, all of whom were nothing but kind and sweet to her. Through this, many new friendships were bound, and she was sure, many more to come.
Nichola doesn't know what the future holds for her, though she is certain that she will have support and love from her friends, family and clan members, no matter what happens.
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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Jul 8, 2009 13:00:20 GMT -8
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future.:. [/font][/size][/center]
A BROKEN WALL:
Many people harboured a past they would rather forget, in many cases, a time in which they had no hope, where they held nothing but the constant fear. Over the numerous years of her life, Nichola could seldom remember anything but bit's and pieces. Though in all fact, it was like a huge puzzle to her. She had the smaller pieces of her human life, which would fit at the start, but leading onto life after the change nothing would fit.
Her life in Ireland had been a mystery, a dark empty space looming at the back of her head, taunting her with knowledge she couldn't quite grasp. She had given up trying to think of the possibilities of what could be this influential on her life.
Now and then she'd have these dreams, not of images but more of feelings. Of the terror and pain that was constricting around her, drowning her. It always ended the same. A jolt of pain would awaken her, beads of perspiration would gather on her slim brow and her erratic breathing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the room.
After a few more of these episodes, she knew she couldn't withstand any more. It was starting to affect her life, her sleeping, her normal iron grasp on things. But she didn't exactly know where to begin looking. If this problem had ruined just pieces of her life, things would be different. But it conflicted others as well.
Books. Those where the answer. Out of all the books in the universe, at least one had to hold a tiny understanding of what happened all those years ago, of what she was now blocking out.
So, for a good solid week she never left the library, didn't eat, didn't even bother to sleep as she knew the same cycle would repeat itself like it had many times before. Nearing the end of this week, she hadn't encountered anything, not even a flicker of recollection. It was infuriating and also discouraging. Perhaps she was looking in the wrong places? She did know she had moved around a lot as she had many souvenirs from the various places in Ireland.
Gripping onto the last piece of hope she had, she broadened her search from just Dublin to the many other counties throughout the land. Many of these included, Limerick, Kerry, Cork, Tipperary, Fermanagh, and Monaghan. She'd had the same results before with her searchings, until she had flicked briefly through Monaghan's history.
She couldn't identify exactly what it was, a twinge of recognition? She didn't really care, it was something, and it was better than nothing at all. Nichola knew the possibility of what could be revealed within the many pages of these books, her courage lessening as she thought of the likelihoods, but none the less, she carried on.
As she flickered through each page, the darkness which had consumed her thoughts before had begun to shrink away, revealing more of what this actual event was, though not a lot. It was like a broken flash light, shining brightly for a few seconds before once again the darkness enveloped.
It wasn't until she hit a certain page that the light remained on.
''DUBLIN AND MONAGHAN BOMBING'S CLAIM 33 LIVIES, 300 MORE INJURED.''
Her head began to throb, her heart race, it was like every nerve in her body reacted to this small headline. But why? Had she been involved?
Her frail hand shook as she grasped the thin page, her gaze never moving from those simple words. It felt like she was trapped, submerged in a sea of never ending fear of what could be her past, and from the headline, she had reason to fear.
What happened next was kind of a blur. It was like the banks of a dam had burst, the water flowing forward like the raging sea. Except it was her memories instead of water, and they where swarming over her like a blanket of darkness, showing her no mercy as they pulled the very breath from her svelte body.
A low whimper of pain was heard before total silence engulfed the room and the memories that had been hidden so long, screamed their truth at her.
Odd wasn't it, snowing in the middle of May. The 17th to be exact. It was ghastly she concluded as she was yet again searched before she made her way past the Police blockade. She bundled her hands deep within her comfortable coat, the chill of the weather causing her body to tremble. It was unlike anything she had seen in her 63 years of life. The white snowflakes surrounded the pavements like a blanket of innocence. Though in these times, innocence was a rare thing to find.
After a few bombings in Belfast the Police had upped their security checks, asking for ridiculous details like; Name, Address, Your reasons for wanting to enter town.
Like they could gather much information from those simple things. Besides, it's not like anyone ever told the truth. Jesus christ, the fellow in front of her said he lived right next door to her, which he didn't of course. No body had lived there for years. But that wasn't the point, the point was that they lied, and the police were none the wiser.
Rolling her golden hues, she continued her path down the street, coming closer to North road as she did. That's when she felt it, a twinge of fear. What was that for.. She thought to herself as her face scrunched up in confusion. Stopping dead in her tracks, her senses heightened as the twinge turned into a throbbing pulse, screaming at her to move, to run, but she could do neither as her feet were glued firmly to the ground. The street was packed with people who where shoving past her still body. Could someone be planning to attack her? Was there goin-- Her thoughts were cut short as the Ford Mondeo to her left exploded, a blinding light was seen before an inconspicuous force rocked it's way towards her. She didn't even have time to react as she was sent hurtling through the shop window directly beside her. The explosion hadn't been minor, it was quite the opposite. Many other cars on the street began to convulse in flames before they too blew up. The foundations of surrounding shops shook to their very core, doing their best to withstand the sudden and very unexpected assault.
Laying under a rather large amount of debris, Nichola could hear the cries and screams from the others whom lay crumpled around the road, like discarded pieces of paper. Her body ached and the familiar taste of blood was lingering in her mouth, only this time it was her own. She couldn't make out her surroundings as her head was swimming in a river of pain, causing her vision to blur. Nichola wasn't certain where she was but what she was certain of was the fact that she was stuck and in a serious amount of danger. The ceiling above her was crumbling slowly, the sounds of the debris falling to the ground ringing throughout the room, taunting her with the fact that she was the next thing to be crushed. Calming herself down, she lowered her lashes against her high cheekbones while her slim body did it's best to wriggle out from the large piece of concrete laying across her limbs. It was going slow. Far too slow, as the ceiling above her began to rumble loudly over the pleas for help in the street and the unmistakable sound of the police sirens.
What was she going to do? Nothing she did would move the jagged piece of cement from her legs. And at that exact moment another stroke of panic coursed through her body, but she didn't exactly know what else could be more horrifying than the danger she was in right now. Of course, she had been wrong. As the screams in the street intensified, along with her heart rate, the ground below her began to vibrate violently. A flash of blazing oranges and reds consumed her sight and thus bringing the ceiling down upon her fragile body. It wasn't shortly after the second explosion that darkness coiled itself around her.
Weeks. Months. Maybe even years later, she awoke. Her body fully healed, but the piece of her soul that the explosion had taken was lost, embodied into the ground where she had almost lost her life. |
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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Jul 8, 2009 13:00:59 GMT -8
N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds us closer together, and the music that brings harmony.:. [/font][/size][/center] • F A M I L Y • R E L A T I O N S H I P S •
Master Dracula: Nichola's sire. Although at times he gets on her very last nerve, she wouldn't have it any other way. He took her in when she had just separated from her former sire, looking out for her. It's only been around a month since he sired her, yet she feels closer to him than she had with her previous sire. He trusts and talks to her as if she was his equal, believing in her with what he says. She can go to him with any problem she has, and he listens quietly, giving advice as best he can. It's a strange bond they share, but she cherishes every moment of it. |
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The two didn't communicate much after that, but one day a conversation sparked and they were back to their old selves, joking and caring like they once had.
They shared a strong bond, looking out for one and other, speaking about nothing and everything. It pained Nichola to see someone else sire Aria, though she knew it was for the best, because she still loved the girl deeply and only wanted her to be happy.
Months later, after Aria's sire had severed her, Nichola approached her, seeing how much the girl had grown since they had shared the bond as sire and childe. She offered to sire her again, on some conditions of course and Aria accepted.
Gladly, the woman's bond to her childe is stronger than ever, and she is happy to say it only took a matter of time for things to sort themselves out. They annoy the hell out of each other at times, but they can't stay mad at the other for long. Aria makes her a better person. |
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TitheSmoke: Nichola's ray of sunshine. Tithe, or Degon as he likes to be called, was her second childe. She had learned from her previous mistake with Aria, that she was not going to take a lazy childe who didn't want to learn or cooperate.
So when Degon came to Nichola, with little experience in the city, and a thirst for knowledge she knew she had found a perfect match. Though, she was cautious of siring again, so she asked the young boy to prove he was willing to work hard.
He proved to her how strong and capable he was and how much he wanted her to know that he wouldn't let her down. So she got to know him a little better, and found that they shared many things in common.
She sired him shortly after, and their relationship grew stronger. With every day that passes, he makes her proud to be his sire, knowing all that he has done for her. She loves the young boy unconditionally and only hopes she makes him as proud as he has made her. |
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Frog is her last childe. Though many like to laugh at the fact she sired a frog, she just smiles and ignores what others say. She wasn't quite sure how the two met, but he made her smile and laugh and soon after she offered to sire him and he accepted. Her other childer don't quite like the idea of having a frog for a sibling, but they have agreed to be civil.
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N I C H O L A • J E A N A • M A L D E T T O.:.Friendship that flows from the heart cannot be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannot congeal in winter.:. [/font][/size][/center] • F R I E N D • R E L A T I O N S H I P S •  | Beautiful+Sin:
Sin and Nichola go way back, they have been best friends for a very long time. They have been through thick and thin together, sometimes have been harder than others, but they have always made it through in the end. She'd be lost without this lady by her side.
She's been there when Nichola has been at the lowest points in her unlife, and Nichola has been there for Sin. They have a unique bond, knowing when the other is lying, or when something is wrong.
At times they tire each others patience's out and snap, but in the end they don't stay mad for long.
Nichola sees this woman as the rock she depends on, because she'd be little to nothing without her today. She loves her very dearly, and can't wait to spend the rest of her unlife bugging the hell out of the lady. |
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Silence is a close friend of Nichola's and a clan mate. When she severed from her sire Silence was there to help, offering her support. Silence was one of the many sires who offered to sire Nichola, though she declined the offer, because she knew Silence was her friend and not a sire figure for her.
Nichola admires the courage and strength that Silence shows everyday, she makes Nichola want to strive and work harder to achieve the best she can.
Nichola loves this woman very deeply and knows she can depend and trust on her no matter what. They have a fun and loving nature, she is very grateful to Silence for looking after her and being a strong and supportive friend, she only hopes she can return the favour one day.
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_Ivan_: Ivan is the most annoying man she knows, but Nichola considers him to be one of her closest friends, as he is kind and sweet to her. They constantly spend their time either arguing about something ridiculous, or trying to prove the other wrong.
Though she can always talk to him about her problems, and sometimes he doesn't quite know the right thing to say, but she always gets the truth from him. They speak on a daily basis, he makes her smile and laugh, though it always ends in some playful argument and him frustrating the hell out of her. Nichola is grateful for the bond that they share, because she can always depend on him to be there for her, as she is for him. .
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Risika: Her twin, her shining star. Nichola can't remember how exactly the two met, but the instant they did there was an unmistakable bond between them. They grew stronger together, depending on each other for the simplest of things. But the bond that they once shared has changed, they don't seem to need each other like they once had. They barely even speak as it is, it saddens Nichola to lose one of the bonds she cherished so dearly, but she knows she can always count on her twin if she ever needs anything. .
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Irk:
When Nichola first came to the city, Irk had teased her, nothing malicious or intended to hurt, though his words had helped to inspire her to change a few things in her life. She looked up to him because he knew many things she did not and she knew that he could help her understand many aspects of the city.
A friendship was forged from that day. She hadn't expected him to befriend her, but she is glad that he did because she values spending time with him. She doesn't quite know anyone like him, and this intrigues her.
Like many of her bonds to former friends, she doesn't quite see as much of him as she would like, but she still considers him to be a good friend, as he has always been there for her since she first came to this city.
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Post by Nichola Maldetto. on Sept 30, 2009 18:18:35 GMT -8
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