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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 26, 2014 23:51:23 GMT -8
Welsh as some lady wearing that Welsh flag (I forget her name) 14/14 for Dothraki-Welsh thing (GOOD THING TOO.) Spectacularly South-East. too lazy to take the british one Irish as a tayto
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 20, 2014 11:05:28 GMT -8
Hiya~ I'm Joselle but you can call me Icy. I play NyoRomania, Northern Ireland, and NyoAmerica~
Nicoleta (NyoRomania) is the resident thief, a constant lawbreaker who also works as a librarian as her 'cover job'. Donald (Northern Ireland) is a dandy agent who also works as an aquatics performer sometimes. And we have Amelia (NyoAmerica), the sweetheart attorney at law. =w= Choose wisely~
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 20, 2014 1:10:30 GMT -8
"Nicoleta," he said.
She gave him a sloe-eyed grin. Both of her hands were behind her back, like the innocent girl she was pretending to be.
"I'm used to it by now," he explained. "Most people can't resist. In fact, you're the fifth person tonight."
There was a hint of a smile on her lips. Amused, she replied, "Most likely, they were checking for a wallet, packed with money. You could pass for a rich man with that cute face."
Nicoleta moved her arm to reveal a wallet--his wallet. It was too easy to take. Unfortunately, she already knew how much was inside: a whooping sum of nothing. If anything, he probably had a negative amount of money in it. There was something redeeming about it though. He had a lot of cute pictures of his cats.
"I wonder if the other four are sharing the spoils." Nicoleta quipped. "So unlucky of you."
She ended her ruse with a snort before handing it back to him. That wallet felt pretty damn heavy for some reason. Holding on to it made her feel very discontent, as if his debt was passed to her instead. In the moment's respite, she stole a moment to study him. She wondered where and how he managed to get a good fitted suit like that. Regardless, of how, it was a change in appearance, different from what she was used to. Often, he had worn very simple attire. Not that she was going to say anything about it.
"So you know couple? I was afraid they'd be the only one I know. But here I find myself back in Eastern Europe." Nicoleta added, "They must've come for the baklava. We attract to that like bees to honey."
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 17, 2014 19:59:12 GMT -8
Thank you ;3; Yes yes of course! I'd actually like to see a cute fanfic about Amelia and Astrit ;w; She'd adore him!
If you don't feel the cute, I think a drabble about Nico and Astrit would be really cool too eue Nicoleta sees a bit of her younger self in Astrit, which is why she treated him so cruelly.
Do you have any other references for Astrit?
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 17, 2014 17:18:53 GMT -8
She pursed her lips and nodded before she stepped outside. The night was illuminated by patio lights that were meant to be for decoration. The air smelled of petrichor, damp and earthy from the light drizzle that had passed. There were a few people out in the marble patio, most of them lingering around the pavilion to admire a geometric artwork from some obscure artist. It was a bent metallic square with other squares on it. Nicoleta hated the fact that metal squares was worth enough to pay off her rent for years.
Heaven forbid if he decides to go check out that thing. There were too many people. She'd rather not venture out to far and risk one of the staff members recognizing her as a stranger. Nicoleta hummed to herself in amusement. Let's not do that.
Ludwig was as clueless as a maiden on the sheets. The night was still ripe and young, yet Nicoleta was in a hurry to spoil it. It would be nicer to enjoy the party without this extra baggage. Maybe if Ludwig was more adventurous, she'd devil up to have more fun. So far, she discerned that he was not the type.
"Are you tired of contemporary art already?" Nicoleta gave him a wry smile. "Art is not how it used to be. We have another gallery if you want to look. It's much different than the rest. You might find what you're looking for."
She almost dropped her persona at that point.
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 7, 2014 16:47:45 GMT -8
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 7, 2014 16:40:16 GMT -8
Sashaying as the folds of her dress tailed behind her, Nicoleta eased past a throng of people with a painted smirk on her lips. A red-faced, blindly guffawing man took a step back, yet before he collided with her, she gave him a sturdy shove to get him out of her path. She was riding on the ribbon of 'no fucks being given'.
That woman probably hated her; fantastic, there was no greater excitement than to be hated. She loved the thrill of it, the drama, the flare, and the possibilities of antagonizing them until contentment. Needless to say, though, it was no astounding victory. It probably wasn't even worth her time to pull such an antic, to two strangers over a petty accident, no less. With that, her exuberance began to fade away, as if the previous event was just a common happening.
From the distance, she spotted a familiar man, his brown hair flushed with a golden hue from the spill of light. She felt something in her chest, which annoyingly made it hard to breath for a second. Nicoleta disregarded it with a grumble, and then ambled towards his direction. Who invited him? Fuck, they really did invite all of the Balkans.
She almost felt a little bad. Nicoleta had been on the edge about inviting him to go with her. Given the nature of the couple to be wed, she had an inkling that dangerous things might happen. Judging by the flow of this glamorous nuptial, the worst might just be a drunken fist-fight. Since this was a Balkan wedding, the worst was surely to come.
Well he has muscles. Might as well put them to use.
Nicoleta skulked around Heracles, and maneuvered herself so that she was facing his back with hers. One, two... Whoops! She most definitely brushed his ass, and who could say it was not an accident? She has been so terribly clumsy lately.
"I'm so sorry," she said sweetly, waiting for him to turn around to greet him with a mischievous grin. "I promise I didn't touch it on purpose."
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Post by Nicoleta on Jan 5, 2014 13:28:53 GMT -8
Fabbbb okay yes! Will do. Any specifics or do you want me to roll with the colors of the wind?
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 17, 2013 11:32:03 GMT -8
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 13, 2013 23:55:23 GMT -8
{Beginnings of the Solar Eclipse} There lived a the spirit of the Moon, who had dwelled in darkness of her kingdom since the beginning of her time. She was cold and apathetic, and all life shriveled to her heatless touch. For many centuries, she lived alone, wandering around in the emptiness that was her territory. All she yearned for was to see life in the ashes of blind death and nothingness. The heated and passionate Sun god rode, in his gilded chariot, and streaked across the sky to illuminate the abyss with a sunrise glow. Life began to titter to the energy and light he provided. Pleased with what he saw, he decided to stay in this land to erect his new kingdom. The stars had told him that another dwelled in the lands, and so he pulled on his golden reigns to greet her, racing off to the never-ending horizon. When the Moon spirit heard of this foreign entity, she feared him and scorned him for trespassing. From the tails of her dress, she saw that her night sky was fleeting, turning into hushes of blue. Pulling up her gown, she fled across the sky to escape from the Sun god's rays. Competitive and intrigued by her actions, he continued to follow her. The only time they would meet as a moment's respite would be during the high tides of twilight. Only then, did she realize that he was harmless to her powers; rather, he magnified her power by giving her vigor and an gentle glow to illuminate the night. Little did she know, she gradually became more and more comfortable around his presence. On his part, he saw her as someone who not only withstood his vigor and passion, but absorbed it to make it hers. All the others who he had met before burned to his might and fervid philosophy, and so he began to adore her company. As the Sun god emerged to greet the day, the spirit of the Moon asked him to promise her something before she faded back to her kingdom. "Fill them with life, and I will do the same when you are gone. So long life remains, I will be with you once every 18 cycles." He agreed to the incentive, and from thereon, life continued to prosper on the lands, alternating from day and night. Every 18 Lunar cycles, the two would only meet briefly, but it would almost seem as if they did not want to leave each other.
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 10, 2013 22:44:33 GMT -8
I AM ALSO SORRY ABOUT MY DOCTOR WRITING/SCRIBBLING. I AM GETTING READY FOR MED SCHOOL YEP
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 9, 2013 0:17:36 GMT -8
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 8, 2013 17:27:40 GMT -8
"Poetic," Nicoleta complimented on his choice of description for France. He fit the 'French' type very well, and he was much more of the dreamy type compared to the steel-cut Estelle. Francis, if he hadn't changed, was the epitome of careless, soulful romantification. By that passion, he had seen beauty in things many people could not notice; it was a good and very bad of him. She would admit that she had loved him for that sweet trait, but she would also admit that she had abandoned him for that same reason too. He had seen something beautiful in something dangerous, something that could've potentially gotten him hurt. He had seen beauty in a person like her.
"France is a beautiful place with beautiful people. I was only curious and I wanted to know if I was right," she continued after taking in a reel of crimson wine, "And I was right."
In turn, he asked her for her nationality, and for a moment, she thought about lying. It felt like such a broken record whenever she had asked herself that. The thoughts about lying acted as the insipid poison in her wine, making her hold back her urges for another sip.
"I'm Romanian," she admitted vacantly, "Not much to say about it. I'm never much the type to read poetry."
Nicoleta inwardly checked herself for any lapse in thought. No, she was not drunk, or high, or injured anywhere in the head. Why, it seemed like she told the truth upon whim. It was strange, but it was a harmless slip of truth. Her identity was, after all, still concealed beneath her mask and persona. These little needles of honesty was not going to crack fissures into her stainless mask of lies.
He had probably met many Romanians. I can't be the only one.
A twist of jealousy knotted in her chest upon that thought.
"London is a great place. Many opportunities, especially for those who want to get away from the past," she gestured him to walk with her towards the balcony, "It's almost like living in a dream, where coincidences happen all the time."
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 7, 2013 23:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by Nicoleta on Nov 7, 2013 22:04:41 GMT -8
what else do friends do?~
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