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Nerine smiled and went back to cutting carrots.
Nerine smiled and went back to cutting carrots.
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577 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 1:12 pm
Jovec
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KA
"So, what do you want in the soup, specifically?"
"So, what do you want in the soup, specifically?"
578 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 1:53 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"Maybe chicken? Celery, carrots for sure."
"Maybe chicken? Celery, carrots for sure."
579 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 2:46 pm
Jovec
Admin
KA
He pulled out the chicken and the celery.
He pulled out the chicken and the celery.
580 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:09 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"Hmm, do you think this will all be filling enough?" she asked.
"Hmm, do you think this will all be filling enough?" she asked.
584 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 6:30 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
Nerine got to cleaning off the carrots now that she peeled them. She got to work cleaning the celery next.
Nerine got to cleaning off the carrots now that she peeled them. She got to work cleaning the celery next.
585 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 6:39 pm
Jovec
Admin
KA
He started to work on the other things.
He started to work on the other things.
586 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 6:44 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
Nerine watched him. "Do you like cooking?" she asked.
Nerine watched him. "Do you like cooking?" she asked.
588 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:16 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"Who taught you?" she asked.
"Who taught you?" she asked.
589 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:57 pm
Jovec
Admin
KA
KA hummed thinking about it, "It was the woman who raised me who taught me how to cook at first," he said. "she taught me just in case I went out on an adventure or anything of the sort. I was also prepared for war during that time as well. In this modern times, it's Dyemond who taught me how to use the appliances of this era. It's still a little weird to me and a little bit overwhelming to me on using this new technology, but I'm slowly getting used to it."
KA hummed thinking about it, "It was the woman who raised me who taught me how to cook at first," he said. "she taught me just in case I went out on an adventure or anything of the sort. I was also prepared for war during that time as well. In this modern times, it's Dyemond who taught me how to use the appliances of this era. It's still a little weird to me and a little bit overwhelming to me on using this new technology, but I'm slowly getting used to it."
590 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 9:43 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"It is all tricky to learn, I do most of my cooking by hand," said Nerine. "I know the basics of this era though."
"It is all tricky to learn, I do most of my cooking by hand," said Nerine. "I know the basics of this era though."
592 Re: Calling Death: Rose Wed Jan 08, 2014 11:50 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"Sorry, I talk too much."
"Sorry, I talk too much."
593 Re: Calling Death: Rose Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:05 am
Jovec
Admin
KA
"No, it's fine. It's cute." he said with a gentle smile.
"No, it's fine. It's cute." he said with a gentle smile.
597 Re: Calling Death: Rose Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:42 pm
Jovec
Admin
KA
He smiled at her, "You should tell me more stories. What was your family like? What made you distrust men so much? Why do you love flowers?"
He smiled at her, "You should tell me more stories. What was your family like? What made you distrust men so much? Why do you love flowers?"
598 Re: Calling Death: Rose Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:40 pm
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"My story? It's very boring," she told him, shaking her head.
"My story? It's very boring," she told him, shaking her head.
600 Re: Calling Death: Rose Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:27 am
Pierrot
Admin
♙ N e r i n e
"Alright, I suppose I'll tell you it, but it really isn't fascinating," she said, sighing. Focusing on her chopping for a moment, she thought of how to start it. "I was from a small Italian-Greek family, the only child of my parents. We lived in a small, cramped area in West Berlin, just before World War II. It was a gray brick house with a dreary landscape to match. We couldn't afford much, we were poor.
"Most of our income went to my father's alcohol addiction. My father was a very violent, perverted drunk. Rumor in the neighborhood was he had a private harlem to himself. He was not an ugly man, he was very nice looking. Especially when he wasn't drunk. I remember those times sometimes, he was nice to me, but I'll get to that later.
"My mother was a nice woman, very kind. She loved to garden. The only color in our backyard was her small rose garden. Only roses would grow, a symbol of affection. She said they bloomed the day I was born, as if Mother Earth accepted me as her own. She was a petite woman in size, so very beautiful. Her hair was a pale ginger and her eyes as blue as the waters of the ocean."
Nerine sighed, thinking about her past. "My mother disappeared when I was six years old. My father told me she went on a trip and she was never coming back. He told me that I couldn't go outside anymore. He didn't know what I really did know though."
"Alright, I suppose I'll tell you it, but it really isn't fascinating," she said, sighing. Focusing on her chopping for a moment, she thought of how to start it. "I was from a small Italian-Greek family, the only child of my parents. We lived in a small, cramped area in West Berlin, just before World War II. It was a gray brick house with a dreary landscape to match. We couldn't afford much, we were poor.
"Most of our income went to my father's alcohol addiction. My father was a very violent, perverted drunk. Rumor in the neighborhood was he had a private harlem to himself. He was not an ugly man, he was very nice looking. Especially when he wasn't drunk. I remember those times sometimes, he was nice to me, but I'll get to that later.
"My mother was a nice woman, very kind. She loved to garden. The only color in our backyard was her small rose garden. Only roses would grow, a symbol of affection. She said they bloomed the day I was born, as if Mother Earth accepted me as her own. She was a petite woman in size, so very beautiful. Her hair was a pale ginger and her eyes as blue as the waters of the ocean."
Nerine sighed, thinking about her past. "My mother disappeared when I was six years old. My father told me she went on a trip and she was never coming back. He told me that I couldn't go outside anymore. He didn't know what I really did know though."
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