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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 26, 2014 21:11:27 GMT -8
pls be nice to her XDD kidding, feel free to give her a talk or smth; she'll sulk but she'll appreciate it
awesome! so, do you wanna start or should I?
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 26, 2014 11:17:38 GMT -8
Sure I can~
what do I have in mind (in details) is a bit into the future; 6 months or more from the present time. At that time Nesia plans to leave the Bratva/Russian mafia and give the leaders' names to the MI6/cops along with evidences to arrest them. Viet can check that stuff maybe? Because it's gonna be kinda big too uwu
also she'll be pregnant around this time >w>;;
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 25, 2014 20:41:42 GMT -8
//blushu
Kat has been a nurse for 7 years or so. She starts tending criminals 6 years ago though. And pffft it'd be fun for her to befriend someone from the government |D
I can't choose which one, so take your pick~
we can save the other idea for another thread in teh future =w=
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 23, 2014 7:36:15 GMT -8
again, something scribbled There are three lines in the life of Nesia Notonegoro.
The first is love. It starts as an admiration from afar, quick glances behind a glass of orange juice, brief moments when their eyes do meet. Many awkward questions and conversations later, the line of love blossoms into a field of cherished memories. Then the line ends, the blossoming field turns into ashes of unspoken why's, rivers of acidic tears and a faint scent of tobacco. Burnt.
The second is duty. It starts as a harsh session of training, how to wield a fire and tame it to do your bidding. Respect grows between gunshots and bullets that pierce through a target's head. He teaches her about duty, and she vows to never forget it. Yet she eventually does, and her plea falls on deaf ears. The line is gone when a life grows within her.
The third, and last, is loyalty. It starts as a denial - no, she'll bow to the Crown, not to the Winter. For many seasons she's able to fake her loyalty, constantly lie and lie to him... until she let her guards down. Winter finds the line that is gone and freeze the line that burned. He merges them and line of loyalty into a room, solely for her to dwell inside.
Does she want to leave? Her answer for now is one giant question mark. But it burns. Maybe it'll carve an exit hole for her someday. Then she could crawl out and began a new life far, far away from the Winter's reach. The love she once had has gone, the Crown she once bowed to has abandoned her.
There were three lines in the life of Nesia Notonegoro.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 20, 2014 1:33:19 GMT -8
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ew swimming | I t was five in the morning and Nesia had been awake for an hour. She usually did wake up early, but this was too early even for her standard. Not to mention that her job at the casino last night ended quite late as always. But if she continued sleeping, she might miss an opportunity to gain a valuable information. Two nights ago Nesia overheard two members of the Bratva discussing about smuggling... something. Definitely an important item. What made her interested was because they discussed it away from other members, as if they feared that others might overhear them. Thanks to MI6's highly advanced equipment, Nesia managed to know where and when they were going to retrieve said item. Therefore, her job now was just to keep listening - and take a peek, if possible - then she ought to inform Mathias about her findings.
It was scheduled an hour from now, so she better get going. Nesia wore a gray hooded sport jacket on top of her t-shirt and pants. She planned to disguise as a jogger, although she doubted any sane civilian would want to jog near a shady place like the meeting place. To further make her disguise believable, Nesia decided not to bring a gun with her. In the back of her mind, an imaginary short haired Swiss man shaking his head in a disapproving manner.
Sorry, but you're not here to tell me what to do, Nesia mused. But even though she disliked the feeling of holding a gun, it did make her feel safer. Better safe than sorry.
An hour and thirty minutes later, with her gun tucked safely under her jacket and dangling earphone connected to a silent phone, Nesia arrived at the meeting place. She saw a van stopped at the end of an alley and five people moved three wooden crates from the inside. They all looked heavy. Weapons, perhaps? But before Nesia managed to look closer, a man shouted.
He had seen her.
Pulling her hood up, Nesia did what her instinct told her to do: run. Sure she had a gun and all, but she couldn't risk her face being seen by any of them; in case one of them related to the Bratva and thus risking her position in the mafia. She heard one gunshot from her behind, causing her to push herself more into running. Nesia didn't stop until she reached a river with busy streets nearby. Criminals usually avoided crowds. But not this one.
Two men were trying to go through the crowd. Seeing that she might need a hiding place soon, Nesia walked down the riverbank. It was slippery, possibly after a morning rain, so Nesia looked for something to grab before she moved her footing. But her right foot cramped all of sudden, and Nesia fell straight into the water.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 18, 2014 11:31:02 GMT -8
Nesia here is a double agent, so maybe Kim-Ly wants to check some info from her directly from the source?  orrr you can have a normal hangout thread with Kat =w= |
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 17, 2014 21:21:19 GMT -8
Hai. This is Derp.
ASEAN ladies should stick together, yes? =u=
Nesia here is an agent, currently undercover to infiltrate the Russian mafia. I also play Ukraine/Katya; she's a lawless and her house is open for wounded criminals who need treatment.
So, plot with me maybe? owo
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 12, 2014 14:05:30 GMT -8
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@france | N
esia felt motivated to do work lately. She went around London to follow people, eavesdropping on gossips and rumors. Through her connection within the mafia, Nesia got access to places she would never dare to visit if she didn't know the people. Normally, such places were to be avoided by girls on her age, but since she worked for someone they feared, none dared to lay even just a finger on her. Of course, sometimes she shouldn't reveal that she's one of them or whom she's working for. She wasn't just spying on people outside the mafia, but also the ones in the mafia. The ones who didn't share the same ideals with Ivan.
And speaking of which...
It was started as a diversion, to distract her mind from another man, to further infiltrate the mafia, to gain more trust from her boss. Nesia had told herself that this was merely a duty, as she was paid to sow lies and reap truths. But lately, the line that separated those two blurred, fusing both sides into one giant question. Its answer wasn't something she wanted to hear. Or to admit. Her boss in the MI6 and her seniors would be disappointed if they knew. For now, it helped both of her undercover jobs. But until when, Nesia didn't know yet.
The two people who were conversing - exchanging information - had gone separate ways. Nesia had gathered enough info to be sent to both Ivan and Mathias. She rose from the bench right when her stomach began to growl in hunger. She didn't even stop for food because she was afraid she might lose the person she stalked. Now that her job was done, maybe it's a good time for lunch?
As if guided by her hunger, her legs took her to a French restaurant named Brawn. It seemed to be one of the expensive places in London. Oh well. Just once in a while wouldn't hurt her. She had three sources of income, after all. Nesia felt slightly out of place because she was alone and she dressed in a rather plain attire. But the alluring aroma of the French cuisine managed to drag her inside and sit in a table for two by herself.
Now, which food she should order?
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 10, 2014 13:52:42 GMT -8
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in need of proper warming equipments | W hat kind of job they were going to offer to her? It must be something illegal, Nesia was a hundred percent sure about it. Couldn't they just explain it somewhere else instead of taking her so far to this shady part of London? No, oh my God, no. What if they kidnap her, smuggle her out from the country and sell her at God-knows-where? Nesia hid her face in her hands, muttering more prayers in high speed. No way she would let anyone harm her so easily; not without her harming them first.
Stupid. Idiot. She could solve difficult questions about mathematics and physics, but yet... she fell into an easy trap like this. Just because someone was dressed in a fancy attire and paid you a dinner in an equally fancy restaurant, it didn't mean that person was kind.
Kindness can be faked. People lied all the time about everything. She shouldn't forget that.
How she's going to escape this situation? Nesia leaned back in her seat, assessing the situation. Now was the best time to run, while none of her limbs were tied - but they were in a moving car and even though they stopped, these two guards would be able to catch her easily. Or shoot her dead. Whatever strategies she managed to figure out ended with the loss of her own life. Pleading clearly wouldn't help much if they already set what would her new job be, wasn't it? What difference she had over a million other girls in London? They could get rid of her and kidnap another easily.
What should she do?
What she could do for no--
"We're almost there~!"
The sudden noise other than the smooth car engine jolted her upright in her chair. Her eyes met briefly with the man who sat on the front. She quickly looked away. Just like in their dinner, he spoke cheerfully, as if they were not going to a shady neighborhood. As far as Nesia knew, there were only two kinds of people in the world who spoke in that manner: a genuinely happy person or a psycho. Would a happy person being cheerful while he kidnapped a civilian? Nah.
"So, say, are you excited?"
The student leaned further in her seat, trying to create more distance between her and Ivan Braginsky. The question made her start shivering again - not just because of the cold, but also the fear that suddenly rising. And... and did he really say friends?
Oh, he did.
Nesia was convinced that the Russian was... not normal, not sane. She glanced to the other men, but their facial expressions remain unchanged since they left. So it's normal for them to see him behaving like this. Both of her arms were held close to her chest, in a manner like a fighter defending himself from an incoming attack. No one would be able to help her now, if they decided to use her for... for something bad and illegal. Not even the police knew-- the police. Her body stopped trembling when the realization dawned on her and Braginsky didn't look to the backseat anymore.
She could call the police. The problem was that her phone was in the depths of her handbag, buried under trinkets and whatnots. She scolded herself for being too lazy to organize its contents. Her phone should be placed somewhere that was easy to reach. Or even better, in her own pocket instead.
From the front seat, she heard Braginsky was talking about something. She barely paid any attention to him, thinking about what's the best way to fish out her phone and called the cops. Such rapid movements would stir up suspicions. Would that be worth a try?
No. The voice in the back of her head rejected the idea. Don't do anything that would risk the loss of your own life.
The car began to slow down, then stopped. Her heartbeat quickened again upon knowing that her fate would be decided soon. Then the car doors were unlocked.
Should she play along or run?
A cough from her side told her to start moving now. So she slowly left the car with her bag held tightly in her grasp. She followed them quietly, trying to soak up all the sight - in case she'd need it to explain the place to the police later.
"W-where are we?" she finally spoke, her voice almost as audible as a trembling whisper. "It's... so c-cold..."
Playing along seemed to be the best choice she had for now.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 8, 2014 9:59:42 GMT -8
/posted it on facebook but I kinda want to keep it here so {Ivan/Nesia}
Maybe the cold wasn't so bad. Maybe she could handle it now. Maybe it's because she knew that there's warmth hidden underneath.
Or maybe she's just imagining it.
Perhaps this is just a ladder. Yes, it's a ladder. Climbing it would make him never question her loyalty. He'd believe that she's his most trusted spy.
But she was never able to guess what he was thinking. This game is too dangerous to be played, but danger had been present for so long in her days - she no longer saw it as a threat.
She embraced him and listened to the warmth beating under that many layers of coldness. For the first time since their fated meeting, she gazed into his eyes and showed him no fear.
It's not wrong. It's a ladder. She's a soldier without a heart and duty always comes first before personal feelings.
Lips upon lips.
Her duty is to protect the crown, yet she bows to no crown. But for now, she'd bow to winter eternal. Just a brief bow, then she'd make her escape and return to the light.
Snow upon soil.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 7, 2014 12:31:48 GMT -8
Mmm what I have in mind now is that they chat and somehow it lead to the topic of love them nesia subtly ask him for advices >v>;;
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 7, 2014 5:52:06 GMT -8
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this will be a looong night | T
his is it. The night of her first field mission.
Balancing a tray full of of champagne glasses, Nesia made her way into the hall. Guests began to pour into the room, clad in their luxurious garments and adorned with lavish accessories. With a small, professional smile, Nesia offered refreshments to them. She recognized several faces from the media and film industry, all the beautiful people from the screen now stood before her. Had she's not working now, she'd squeal and ask them for an autograph. But tonight, Nesia was not just a mere waitress. She needed to be alert about her surroundings and not letting herself distracted so easily by these glittering gems.
Tonight, a charity event was held at the Cadogan Hotel. Which was somewhat ironic, considering the massive pretentious display of wealth. Charity indeed. Maybe that's why the paranoid host asked no less than the MI6 itself to act as the security for the night. Huh, as if they had nothing important to do. Nevertheless, because indeed this event was attended by important public figures, MI6 agreed to provide the security he sought. But they didn't send their best agents; they sent her instead. Of course, she's not the only agent on duty tonight.
Nesia had spent two weeks prior to the mission day to get to know the hotel and its staffs. Disguised as a part-timer, Nesia memorized their faces, how people move inside the building, which rooms lead to what room and how the staff conducted the daily business. After months being a spy for the MI6 and the mafia, collecting such information was so easy. Her task for now was just to observe, looking for people who behaved suspiciously. Rumor has it that several people had their eyes set for this event - people who were attracted to these jewelries like ants attracted to an unguarded jar of sugar. That's what the host said to her superiors, though. Then again, who doesn't?
One by one, manicured hands took the glasses from her tray. She brought the empty tray back to the kitchen and passed it to another - real - waitress. Time to patrol between the guests and look for the other agents. She didn't bring any weapon with her to make her disguise more believable. If - if - a thievery did happen, she might need a gun to chase down the culprit. Her superior brought an extra for her, but she couldn't contact him via her earpiece. She didn't know why if this just an equipment malfunction or he's too busy with his disguise. By the way, what was his disguise? Nesia should have listened better during their brief--
"Anjrit."
Nesia's eyes just spotted the man who sat behind the piano. Her body froze in the spot upon recognizing him; someone whom she hadn't seen since more than a year ago. Someone whose face invoked sad memories within her.
It was Niklaas.
It was Nesia's ex-boyfriend.
Gritting her teeth, Nesia turned around and walked quickly to the other side of the room. She couldn't stay there forever, no. She should focus on her duty as an agent here to keep tonight's guests safe from harm. She wouldn't be able to talk to him - not that she would want to. But resisting such desire was difficult, since she knew that it was him who made this beautiful melody. And wherever Nesia stood within this room, she would hear it. She couldn't ignore it.
Nesia had missed listening Niklaas playing the piano. So why did it have to be tonight, of all times, when she had a duty to do?
Cold sweat trickled down her neck. Calm down, she told herself. She clenched her fists so tight, causing her nails to dig into her skin. Taking another tray full of champagne glasses from another waiter, Nesia returned to mingle with the guests.
She was an agent. She had a duty.
And duty always comes first before personal feelings.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 5, 2014 20:31:47 GMT -8
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 2, 2014 2:58:23 GMT -8
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and full of secrets | N
esia held her books close to her chest, her eyes were set forward to the path leading to the student dormitory. Once in a while she glanced at her surroundings, as if she believed someone was following her here. So far she only saw other students around her, and that relieved her. Nesia quickened her pace until she reached the building.
It was her last year in college and her graduation day was getting closer. Assignments were piling up, but they were not the only ones that made her so stressed. The one thing that caused most of her stress was completely unrelated to college. It was haunting her in her sleep, estranged her from her friends and acquaintances, and making her extra careful with what she typed in social media.
No one may find out that Nesia was involved with the Russian mafia.
She didn't voluntarily doing so, no. She was forced. The other option available to her back then was only death, and Nesia was too young to end her life just like that. But that didn't mean Nesia would just stand idly doing whatever her boss wanted her to do. She was determined to fight back, and one way to do so was to leak information about the mafia to their enemies. Like the police, or whoever had the duty to protect the citizen of London. However, it was a dangerous job. And that was why she chose to break up with her boyfriend no less than a week ago.
She wiped her eye with her sleeve. For many nights she always cried herself to sleep, muffling her mouth with her pillow so her roommate would not hear her sobbing. Of course, Lucille had asked why she woke up with puffy red eyes, but Nesia always answered that it was because she studied too hard. The younger girl didn't seem to believe it after a while, although Nesia didn't even try to give a more convincing explanation. Instead, she deliberately avoided her. She knew it was suspicious, but it's for Lucille's own safety. Just like why she left her boyfriend.
Guilt began to fill Nesia's heart. Lucille had been a good friend for her, like a cheerful little sister. Nesia could tell everything to her: school problems, crushes she had for people around campus (and off campus), things about her family half a world away, and many more. Then suddenly she stopped talking to her save for the occasional hi's and bye's. If Lucille knew too much... who knew what the mafia would do to her. Nesia didn't want to drag her into the crime world after all.
"Hey, Nesia! Want one?"
Nesia blinked. She was too preoccupied with thoughts about mafia and didn't realize she had opened their dorm room. Lucille was there, drinking a can of cola. She smiled and nodded. "Sure, I'm really thirsty now. Thanks."
She set her books on her table and sat on her bed, yawning. Remembered on her own thoughts on the way here, Nesia asked her, "have you finished your homework?" It wasn't uncommon for her to ask about her homework, because Lucille often forgot and Nesia felt that it was her duty to remind her. "You should have come with me to the library, I managed to finish mine there," she added.
Deep down, she was glad Lucille wasn't with her earlier. One of her boss' underlings, Kittyboo, was outside of the library building. Despite the cute codename, Kittyboo was a six foot man who could bend a lamp post just by using his thumbs. He didn't see her, but Nesia saw him from the second floor window. Thankfully, he was gone by the time Nesia left the library. Still, Nesia didn't know why he was there, disguising as a civilian, but she suspected it might have something to do with her.
Mr. Braginsky might have sent him there to remind her, that the mafia knew where she lived and whom she socialized with.
Nesia needed to protect them all.
She straightened her back and looked at her roommate. "Let's get some food."
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Apr 21, 2014 12:45:43 GMT -8
TURKEY BREAST YES GIMME A SLICE PLEASE
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