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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on May 24, 2012 16:37:15 GMT -5
Nikolai's eye twitched in annoyance as he looked at the tray of food they had given him. There was a fly in his soup. A stupid fly, A F*CKING FLY ON HIS SOUP!
How the hell did they expect him to eat that? Seriously...they could make better food!
"I'm totally not going to eat this sh*t!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms. "I'd rather starve to death than eating this!"
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 31, 2012 20:32:10 GMT -5
Tino wasn't sure how he ended up seated right across from one of the scariest residents. He shrunk down in his chair, looking anywhere but in front of him.
He had to look up at the other's angry exclamation, though. He wasn't sure why everyone hated the food so much... oh, there was a fly swimming in his soup.
"It's ok," he said. "Hasn't even been there long, look. It's still alive." He reached across the table with his spoon to scoop the fly up, then flicked it on a napkin. "Sure the soup is fine."
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 2, 2012 17:29:50 GMT -5
Nikolai's eye twitched, even if the fly hadn't been there long enough, he wouldn't eat it. It would probably be full of germs. GERMS. FREAKING GERMS!
"I still refuse to eat it." He glared, trying to not get too angry, or else the nurses would come and try to calm him down like he was some kind of baby or something.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Jun 4, 2012 2:10:20 GMT -5
Oh man, this guy looked pissed. But, but... Tino really couldn't stand to see food wasted. He lowered his head submissively, and reached across the table again. "If you're not going to eat it... do you mind?" He reached the bowl and started tugging it back towards himself, watching carefully for any sudden movements on the other's part.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 6, 2012 6:46:56 GMT -5
"Do whatever the f*ck you want." He glared and let the other take away the food, it wasn't like he would really eat it anyway.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Jun 7, 2012 0:11:22 GMT -5
Yay, calories, Tino thought, happily slurping the soup. It wasn't exactly good, but food was a practical matter. It was edible.
Maybe this Nikolai person wasn't so bad. He seemed angry and forbidding, but he hadn't blown up at Tino or tried to bully him when given the chance. He looked up and tried a smile. "Thank you..."
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 7, 2012 9:09:32 GMT -5
"сардэчна запрашаем*" He spoke in his native language, not even realizing he had done it, he was simply too used to speak it since he had lived in Belarus most of his life.
He grabbed an apple from his tray of food, eyeing it intently he saw that it seemed safe to eat it, so he started eating it. It was better than having his stomach empty, right?
((*сардэчна запрашаем- Welcome in Belorussian, I think))
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Jun 8, 2012 1:20:51 GMT -5
"...Yeah, sure." Tino had no idea what the other man had just said, but since he started eating the apple rather than throw it at him, he guessed it was nothing too bad. He examined Nikolai surreptitiously over his soup, eating more slowly now. People were sure to leave a man with such an intimidating aura alone... and anyone they associated with him. He should probably try to make friends with him.
He wasn't sure how to do that, though. What could this guy need? Cigarettes? Maybe a lighter.
"Hey. Do you smoke?"
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 8, 2012 4:04:52 GMT -5
He looked at the other and raised an eyebrow, seriously, what kind of question was that?
"No." He replied harshly. "Even if I did, it would be none of you f*cking business."
Just because he didn't like almost everyone, it didn't mean that he had to smoke or do some random crap bad guys do, right? RIGHT? Well, that's that Nikolai thought.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Jun 8, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
Tino shrank down in his seat, blinking in surprise, and rapidly reassessed the wisdom of trying to get closer to such an unstable personality. He'd have to keep looking.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just... never mind." He twitched nervously, feeling it would be safer to retreat now, but not wanting to show such obvious fear or weakness. He swallowed, looked down at his bowl, and resumed eating, though the spoon trembled in his hand.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 15, 2012 3:56:45 GMT -5
Nikolai mentally smirked as he noticed that the other was scared because of his trembling hand, how he loved when people were scared of him, that meant that they wouldn't bother him and he obviously hated being bothered.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Jun 15, 2012 17:12:51 GMT -5
Tino ate slowly and carefully, aware he was being watched and of the other's triumphant smirk. No sudden moves. He felt like a prey animal.
It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling.
Finally finished eating, he scooted his chair back. It made a horrible grating noise against the floor, and he shot a nervous look at the ...Russian? No, not exactly, but from near there. Tino wasn't going to ask. He blanched at the returning glare, but picked up the bowl calmly, and with all the fake nonchalance he could muster, returned it to the kitchen. As he got closer to the door, his steps became quicker, until he was almost running as he left the room.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Jun 19, 2012 9:58:26 GMT -5
He flinched a bit at the horrible sound the chair made, but then quickly went back to his cool self.
He didn't even moved his head to look at the other as he left the room, having been happy enough with hearing his hurried steps.
It wasn't like he was some bastard who liked to see others suffer, he was happy simply because he wouldn't be bothered again.
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