Post by ALICE McCOY on Sept 23, 2011 10:31:24 GMT -5
McCOY, ALICE
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE this was just like any other normal day - in russia. it was cold; in italy, it was sunny and people were probably getting drunk. it was within her blood as well to get drunk, it seemed. alice sat upon a heavy oak armchair before a table where a glass of vodka was placed before her. the woman smiled at her daughter - no, her charge. "alice, it's sunny in italy today." "it does not 'af anything to do viz me," alice said coldly, pushing aside the glass. on any other day she would have taken a sip to warm herself, but not today. not after what the lady had to say to her. "i am alice mccoy. and i vill drink 'ot chocolat." promptly, she got up from her seat; her icy cerulean eyes fell on her guardian, then flicked away as she strode towards the kitchen, head held high. it wasn't long before there was a phone call for her. spitting something in russian, alice picked up the phone. curse whoever it was on the other side. she was looking forward to hot chocolate, too. "yes? this iz alice." "ah! anzhelika!" there was a hearty laugh; alice couldn't see him, but she was fairly certain that he was a large, beefy man with a mustache to twirl with stubby fingers. and she hated that name so. "i trust you are seeing someone now, hm?" "no." her face crumpled up with dark anger. phone calls from her papa were never good. more often than not, something loomed above her head and it was a plan she did not like. "i am not." "then you should come back to italy, love. i will see that you marry gaspare and that he loves you." another loud, barking laugh - she envisioned him twirling the ends of his thick tufts of facial hair once again. she hissed, eyes narrowed. "i vill not marry that fooking person. if i see him anyvhere near me, i vill punch him in the face until he iz a russian voldemort. goodbye." she slammed the phone down. time to be a good daughter and listen to her papa - there was always room for discipline on obedience. she was going to do what he had told her to five years ago. "i vill go to japan." OUT OF CHARACTER ooc name: [red] contact: msn, pm, cbox other characters: igarashi hiroya, tatsuno tsurugi posts or words: posts as of oct28 |