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Date Posted: 20:58:48 09/04/02 Wed
Author: Maria
Subject: ..undercover angel..
In reply to: Igor 's message, "// Ice //" on 20:32:07 09/04/02 Wed

>// Icey blue gaze watchs Maria. He was a twin long
>enough to seperate people from their looks, even if
>most people found them indistinguishable. A cold,
>almost, hateful stare watching the girl. It was almost
>a firey rage that had iced over years. Hand runs
>through the short cropped blond hair. Nod is given as
>she sits on the stairs, as if acknowledging that she
>have the right to talk. //
>Name's Igor.
>// Seeming almost too uncomftorble with the informal
>introductions. Even though he'd grown up smack in the
>middle of the alleys of New York. Though most ended up
>thinking he was from the polished lands of Manhattan
>or upper Brooklyn. He seemed more of a person who had
>just taken it upon himself to abolish all forms of
>life. //
>Nice to meet you.
>// Skipping over the more tedious you look like your
>sister. Hell, she lived with her, she'd figure it out
>on her own. And as a twin he'd learned it was an
>opening line for anything. You look like your brother.
>Good fucking god. They were twins, what were they
>supposed to, look like opposites? And they were
>sisters, same genes, close enough. //
>Hope ain't blockin' no one
>// Motioning toward the black sparkling car. The Lexus
>tint of sparkle made it almost dazzling, despite it's
>black color. The Brooklyn accent mingling with one
>that seemed almost from the deeper sections of Bronx.
>An edginess in his voice, that made the anger turn
>into a more fierce, militarist tone. Though it lost
>none of it's rage. //

..// Head tipping the other way, almost like she didn't understand the ruthlessness in this character. She wasn't as protected as Juliana suspected so, but sheltered enough. Growing up with her family in a middle class house, then moving in with her grandparents before moving here. ANything she had experienced in life was her own doing, no one elses. There was no influence in the innocent face. The Rock music suddenly coming to an abrupt halt. Dark eyes continue to stare at the figure in the doorway, taking no notice of the breif silence, almos tinfatuated with the his uneasyness. She talked too much. All the time. She wasn't scared to talk to people, any people. She found them interesting, since her own own family was never close and she never had any real friends. He was definatly different them most of the guys that had come to pick up her sister before. Not that there had been a lot. And very few she ever saw again. Juliana had a sweet way of turning people down, a polite way of never letting people get close to her. It was like as soon as they were close to it, she fled.
Nice to meet you
Hazel eyes still watching him. Weird how she never felt uncomfortable around any situation. SHe had noticed the fancy car sitting outside. So the guy had money. Juliana didn't. They didn't have a lot. Just enough to be comfortable. Thats how things always were. She continues to watch him, knowing most likely she would never see him again, Therefore what did she care what he thought of her, right? People with money don't usually associate with those who don't. Maybe he was here to discuss business? Highly unlikely since she didn't see anyone else getting ready to do anything but practice downstairs. Laughter floats up the stairs, Davids voice, Chad, Ethan and Mikaylas distinctive harshness, interlaced with jokes, sarcasm and cursing. All this seemed natural enough coming from them. A figure appearing at the top of the stairs. Maris dark eyes lifting from Igor to Juliana towering over her. Slight smile appearing on the face looking at her sister. Funny that even when you look identical to someone you still want to look like them, be them. She stands up, hazel eyes sweeping across the floor like a child that had just been scolded making her way to the stairs leading towards the basement. Juliana smiles slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with something. Wearing a tighter fitting knee length black skirt with a red sleevless top, low cut yet classy enough not to be slutty. Dark hair tucked up into a loose half french twist. It was hardly ever she changed out of her jeans, never really wanting to show of the unmistakable hour glass figure she seemed almost determined to hide at times. So glad Chad and Ethan couldn't see her now.
Hey
She says quietly, Hazel eyes sweeping over him almost un-noticeably.

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