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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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The city sidewalks. What a busteling joy they were. Thousands of tourists, corprate workers, highschoolers, and ordinary people walked their beaten path each day, not a care in the world. Not having to wonder if they would be going to bed with an empty stomach or not. So there stood Dimitri, his body occasionaly stopping a lovely lady or a charming young man. He would stand there all day, sometimes walking down a little ways, selling stolen things, trinkets, knick knacks, anything.

It was a hard life, conning. Not knowing if you would make a sale or not. Wondering day after day if you would be sleeping with the lights on or off in your pathetic apartment. Dimitri was a hardened man, there was no doubt to that. He had become like this in the weeks that followed his father's death. He refused the foster homes, adoption. He would be his own man and no one elses. So began the life that he still had to this date.

Dimitri fiddled with the little locket he had "found". Peering up into the mid-day sun he sighed. Still no one wanted the locket. He looked around at the steam of tourists, easy to spot with their big backpacks or purses. The sunburn from the day at the beach. He spotted a couple and gave a sly grin. He stepped out of the shadows and into the light. "Hello you two little lovebirds. Out for a stoll? Such a lovely day and such a lovely young woman." He winked at the girl kissed he hand. He turned to the guy and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Must had been hard to tame this one eh? What do you say about buying this locket? I mean every woman loves to be treated am I right?" He winked at the girl again and she giggled. The guy chuckled. "Well let's see it then? Nothing's too good for my Isabelle." The man gave the girl a huge, sloppy kiss on the cheek. Dimitri smiled. Check and mate.

Dimitri held out the locket and let the silver glint in the sunlight. The lady took in and gasped in delight. "Oh look Jeff, it even has out initials on it!" Hm, that was something that Dimitri hadn't noticed before. "Well wadda say champ? 35 dollars for the locket?" He smiled at the man and knew he had him eatting out of his hand. "Jeff" smiled and nodded and handed over the money. "Thanks mate, pleasure doing buisness with you." Dimitri nodded back to the couple and smiled, kissing the girl's hand one more time. "No miss, don't let this big man push you around, I bet a girl like you can take him." He stage whispered and the two laughed then continued walking down the street. He watched a bit jealous as the guy put the locket over the girls neck and they walked hand in hand down the street.



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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

The feeling of being in a new town was exciting, but it also made Anastasia a little nervous...or more so uneasy. Little things that never bothered her before, were making her cheeks turn a shade of bright red they have never turned before. She wasn't the type to shy away from things..she was daring and she knew it. Things like..walking into the office to finalize her transfer into the university made butterflies form in her gut. Even now! As she parked her car next to the side walk...or lack there of. Not once since she had gotten her license did she mess up on parking. Anya looked over at the much talked of cafe..everyone was buzzing about meeting up there all over campus. She just felt awkward because she hadn't really spoken to anyone all day. Anya didn't want to become this little shell of a hermit crab..always coming out when no when is around and then hiding at any sign of life. This is really giving me the M.F! Pull it together Anya...you are twenty freaking years old and are finally ON YOUR OWN. What is with me...I never mess up when I'm parking..and now it looks like I'm trying to leave space for another car to park between my car and the curb! I'm not going to have it anymore. Butterflies are getting exterminated..I'm right and the admiral is wrong..I'm not going to feel out of place because I haven't found my place yet...so there is no element of anything to be out of for me. It is a town after-all...its not like they all know each other..oh that's right..they DO!. If I'm supposed to be here then I'm sure my gut will tell me..I just have to follow my instincts...fate always knows what to do. I'll mingle..that's what I'll do...become one of them. First things first...I need black iced coffee with tons of dissolved diabetes goodness to get through with this paper.
Anastasia nodded as she one by one placed in the change for her meter before running across the street. She would have ran into a couple that made her smile a little if she hadn't spun around them.

There was a food stand standing in the street that was drawing in quite the crowd. As Anya grew closer..she knew why. The aroma of the spices they used in their cooking made her mouth water. Walking over towards it, she waited in line and thought about how good it would be to have it with her coffee. The weather that the day presented was just perfect. Where Anya used to live was always cold..so the cold temperatures everyone was bundled up for here was more like an autumn day for Anya. Dazing off for a bit, she found that she was picking up a conversation. A man around her age was selling a necklace to the couple she almost bumped into. The way he was speaking made her think of the 'slap, chop' guy with the weird protruding eye. What really caught her attention was to hear the dim witted comment from the woman. Why would you buy a necklace that has your initials on it...if the man doesn't enough know you. No one would sell a necklace with initials already on it. When you go to jewelery places..you usually have to request them to be engraved. Anya did a double take when she heard the man asking what she wanted from the food stand. "Oh. Sorry, um..I'll have the combination platter with toasted pita bread" In no time, he handed her the styrofoam container and she handed him the money. At this time, the street hustler already had his money and the couple was off on their merry way. As she passed him to get to the cafe, she found she couldn't help herself but to say something."Amazing..a street side psychic..you must be if you knew to engrave the initials before you even knew their names. Tell miss Cleo I said hello." Anya rolled her eyes as the sarcasm spilled from her lips.

For the first time..she actually felt an icy chill and she didn't know if it was from the weather. She had to say something though...what if it were her locket missing and she saw some other person wearing it the next day. Anya couldn't bring herself to even think that something like that could happen. The suns heat finally took off the chill. With one hand on her locket, she pushed her body against the door to open it. After ordering her iced coffee..and getting an odd confirmation that it was an 'iced coffee' and not a hot one..she made her way to a booth in the back..glad that she didn't drop the balancing container as she sat down. Eat first...study later or study now..eat first.?

[/color] Pushing the tab of the container back, she cracked it open to take a smell of the food...the tantalizing aroma made the choice for her. The only problem was...the fake street psychic slash seller was coming her way.


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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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Dimitri watched the couple a few more seconds until another person came up behind him. Amazing..a street side psychic..you must be if you knew to engrave the initials before you even knew their names. Tell miss Cleo I said hello. The auburn haired girl practically spat at him. He narrowed his eyebrows and looked around, hoping no one heard that retort. He frowned and watched the girl slip into the nearby coffee shop and he followed her quickly.

As he stepped inside the cool air-conditioned room he looked around for the girl. He gave a wry smile as he saw her in the back booth. Turning back to the front of the shop he ordered mint tea and a biscotti. He turned back around and went to the rather rude girl's booth. He slid into the seat opposite her and set his purchases down and clasped his hands. "Now miss, I have to know. What gives you the right to take away my customers? If the woman was dumb enough to belive that it was fate that her initals were on the locket then why must you go and damage a poor, clueless mind?" He asked, his head cocked to the right.

He took a sip of his tea and a bite of his biscotti. "Furthermore, what makes you think that I don't have physic ability? What if it's true? Dimitri Varkov by the way. Oh and Miss Cleo is my girlfriend." He gave a grin and leaned back on the less that comfy booth seats. He rested his elbow in the top of the booth seat and took a few more sips of his mint tea. This girl was a mystery to him. Most people of Walten had no problem with con artists or fake vendors. They just turned their pretty little noses away from it, hoping it would go away if they ignored it. This one was different. She was fiesty and obviously a newcomer.

"Miss, look. Conning is how I have an apartment to come home to. Father died when I was 15 and I've been on my own for 5 years. No money for college. Dropped out of highschool pretty much the day after my papa died. I don't want your sympathy but please, don't take away my ignorant customers." Dimitri said, leaning forward, his voice lowered a few notches. "Unless you've been on your own for money, you don't know how hard life is. Coming from Russia at that. You know what I called childhood? Wiping the ass of a stupid rich family and they had the decency to get themselves killed which pretty much put my dad out of a job. So now I here and conning. Now please. I know you're new here but don't meddle in my business. It is of no concern to you." He continued bitterly. This girl thinking she was high and mighty but she had no idea how hard it was for him to just keep his electricity on.


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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

Anastasia tried with all her mite not to judge those she didn't know. After all..why would she judge them when others could be doing the same. Still, someone that sells a trinket that could mean something to someone else is just not worthy of her polite attitude towards the judgment. After she said the comment the man, she whipped her head back around and smirked to see him completely at a lost for what a stranger just said to him. Most of the time, Anya felt like she should speak up about anything that comes to her mind. Everyone else was just minding their own business, but if it were their locket..they would hope for someone to say something? Grasping the cold beverage in her hand, she shook it around until she felt that the sugar had fully dissolved. Anastasia averted her eyes back towards her food in hopes that he would become discouraged as she was obviously going to ignore his presence. What happened next was unexpected and she couldn't ignore it. The man had the nerve to sit right across from her...in her booth..without even asking if he could join her. "Vhat do you think you are doing?! I-"

[/color] A bit of her accent came forward as it usually did when she was caught off guard or angry. Her bright blue-green eyes grew large with astonishment and her eyebrows twitched, arching up towards her hair line. With her hand raised in front of her, she looked around like she couldn't believe he was really trying to discuss what she said to him. "Have I gone temporarily deaf or are you just incapable of asking if you can sit with me...Listen you..Its a free country last time I checked not free enough for you to sit with a complete stranger that does not want you to sit with her..How dare you call her dumb? Do you even know her? She could be on a full ride to Princeton and here you are thinking you are some sort of messiah of the genius clan of con artists...Now if you don't mind...go away..I really don't like that brand of cologne you're wearing...bullshit..by rude con-men" Anastasia looked back down at her food and started to dig into it with her fork, hoping that if she looked away and shot him down he would get the picture..although she had a feeling this one just didn't know how to give up.

Yep he's one of those...look at him just sitting their with his biscotti and tea like I didn't just tell him off! The second person I meet in Walten and it just so happens to be a rude as can ever be persistent con man. Thank you god, this is exactly what I asked for. Anastasia rolled her eyes, mimicking his sells man way of talking under her breath. It was hard to ignore him right now because he was really getting under her skin. The sarcasm in his voice was really doing a number on her efforts to block him out. "How very lovely for the both of you. I'm sure you two are meant to be together seeing as how she is also a con artist. Isn't she doing time right now because of her lies...So..So happy you found your perfect soul mate. Only so little of us can be so lucky...Anastasia..but I'm sure you already knew that oh psychic one." Anya scoffed the comment out and couldn't help but be utterly rude to this person. He was really just pressing all the right wrong buttons and was ultimately..killing her appetite because all she wanted to do was retaliate towards everything he said. Her eyes flickered up to catch a glimpse of his eyes and she rose her eyebrow..shaking her head as if to say 'WHAT?!' "Why are you staring at me...were you brought up by animals..its rude to stare Mona Lisa...then again..you probably have a different perspective on what actions constitute it to be rude." Anya pulled down her hat so that he couldn't look at her face and she couldn't see him staring. Letting out an annoyed groan she pulled her coffee under her chin and placed the straw into her mouth. The cold bitter sweet liquid filled her mouth up out of the straw and it was amazing. She couldn't understand why someone would care so much about what she said. Yes, she hopefully wished that her words would seep in, but not enough to want to explain themselves to her.

Taking off her hat, she tossed it next to her on the cushioned seating. When he said that his father died, she did feel a twist of guilt in her stomach. Then she wondered if arsonists, killers and thieves should be pardoned because their parent passed away. "Vell I'm sorry to hear that."[/color] Anya said very quickly without looking into his eyes, she was being nice about one thing only because she felt sorry for him...for a split second. Not because he had a hard life...but because his father passed away. "It still doesn't give you the right to take their money by selling them things that do not belong to them!"[/color] She tried to shout but it came out in a rushed whisper..not wanting to draw attention to herself. When he leaned forward..she leaned back and sucked her teeth. He just didn't have any ideas of boundaries that you cannot cross. Then this Dimitri character really stroke the wrong chord with Anastasia. She took in a deep breath because this was going to be a long 'putting him in his place' rebuttal. "How dare you think you know anything about me! You see this necklace?!"[/color] She pulled it out and showed him the beautiful vintage gold locket. "If it was taken from me and sold on the street to your zo called ignorant customers..I vould hope for only the vorst to come to that person that took it from me. It's not just some piece of jewelery! Its a memory you intolerable man and don't you for one second think you've had a harder life than someone you know nothing about! Try not remembering the life you once lived..."[/color] Anastasia started packing up her food and books. She couldn't stand to be in front of someone like him right now, he was really pissing her off. "You Dimitri are the ignorant one for thinking that a family wants to die out of spite..just to put you and your father out on the street after it was them that had the decency to hire in the first place! So don't go preaching when you haven't the slightest clue what you are talking about."[/color] Anya turned on her foot and stormed out of the cafe towards another bakery she saw with seats. Fantastic first time show I put on for my soon to be fellow peers[/color] She thought bitterly to herself about all the stares her scene caused.



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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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He had to admit, he was taken a little aback at the fire in this newcomer. He couldn't help but grin as she got worked up over something as pathetic as selling a locket. He sat back as she began to whisper at him in a angry tone about his wrong-doings. He nearly burst out laughing at that one. Some cute little princess was telling him what he was doing wrong! This was insane. No one had told him how wrong his life was since, well, never. He was always on the outskirts of civilization when it came to school and even now, in adulthood. He was the loner that everyone ran over trying to get to the top, and he was sick of it.

Its a memory you intolerable man and don't you for one second think you've had a harder life than someone you know nothing about! Try not remembering the life you once lived... He nearly choked on his mint tea at that one. He gave her a sudden look of horror. "Wait!" He called as she stood up and left the store. He grabbed his tea and shoved the last bite of biscotti into his mouth and ran after her. Could this girl be the one? The one that he pulled from the wreck so many years ago? He could remember that day vividly. She did in fact look like the girl that graced many of his more fonder childhood memories. And she had the Russian accent of a non-commoner. He followed her out of the shop with many faced peered at him as he flew out the door and nearly ran into Anastasia. Even the same name! He nearly gasped at that sudden thought.

"You don't remember your past? And you are from Russia correct?" He asked her, almost shaking her shoulders to make her answer but instantly thought better of it. She was already pissed off at him. Better not make it worse. His thoughts suddenly went downhill. There was no way she could be the girl that he saved the life of. She was in an orphanage in Russia somewhere. She couldn't possibly be here, in sleepy Walten. Could she? He took a step back and lowered his face. "Perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Um, I'm not very good with girls. Well girls other that clients that is. Uh, perhaps we could just talk a little more? I came from Russia, perhaps you could tell me how much it has changed. I knew you were from Russia by your accent. Oh god I'm rambling." He peered back up at Anastasia. She was rather pretty with auburn hair that glinted in the sunlight and wide blue eyes and creamy skin.


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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

Anastasia had nothing more to say to this man and was happy that she left the cafe before she slapped him across his face. She had never met someone that could so easily snake themselves under her skin. Anya grew angry with herself as she heard the echoing thoughts of how attractive she thought he was while they were speaking. There was something very peaceful about his eyes..and even the familiar scar on his cheek. Rolling her eyes, she felt as though she'd walk in circles if she didn't think straight. She just couldn't get the way his eyes were so brightened by his amusement towards her words. It was written all over his face, the judgment. He thought that she was some spoiled rich kid trustifarian that wanted to party her life away from her parents in college. The auburn haired Russian young woman just could not bring herself to believe that he made such an impression on her. She barely knew this man and already they were arguing about their views. He needed to be put in his place..I don't care if he was surprised that someone was giving him a dose of his own medicine. Trying to assume what my life has or is like when he knew nothing abut me. So I have the right to assume that he is foolish in thinking that his ways are justified because he didn't attend school...that's just lazy.

[/color] Anastasia walked towards the bakery with her drink in hand. Just as she was becoming fond of her wall up against this person and feeling of knowing she may never see him again anyways..he popped up right in front of her.

Anya nearly jumped out of her skin when he stopped her from walking by speeding up in front of her. "Get out of my vay..how about you take one step back and one to the side so I can just keep on avoiding you."[/color] Anastasia tried to walk away from him, but he just moved right back in front of her. Frustration set into the tense muscles in her face. Her peachy red lips plumped up as she allowed him to talk...when she was really trying to ignore him. Why the sudden interest about her life? Was he feeling sorry that she suffered something unknown and could not remember part of her life? "Is that not vhat I said?"[/color] She could see his arms flinch forward like he was about to touch her, but she moved a step back and her mouth formed a threatening snarl. Anastasia watched as he took another step backwards and his expression admitted defeat. What was it that changed his feelings towards her? One moment he was arguing with her and being entirely rude..next he wants to know about her life and start over. She looked skeptically in his direction, he had brought her to a speechless halt.

There was a part of her mind that was already made up in its ways of shutting him down. Then there was another part that saw the look in his eyes and the quick change in his demeanor that wanted to sit with him, chat a bit. There were also question building up in her mind and multiplying with every reason she put next to them. Why did he come running after her if it was only to ask her to start over? What was it that made him want to get to know her anyways or make her repeat what she said in the cafe. Anya blushed when he spoke about not being too comfortable with his ways of talking to females. Taking a long gulp from her drink, she looked down at him nervously. He had just admitted something about himself that most men thought to not be such a 'smooth' way of opening up to a girl. Anastasia felt her face warm up against the cold of the weather, just by him looking up into her eyes. It was at that moment that she couldn't say no to him. Rambling...is he nervous? What could he possibly be nervous about? Perhaps my answer to his request of me...?[/color] Anastasia thought for a moment and hummed softly to herself. Finally giving up on the argument between two sides of her mind..her shoulders slumped. "Very well, maybe we did. I'm starving and there is no vay I'm going back into the cafe after that scene..so the bakery will have to do. Also, keep your cynical comments and quick judgment to yourself." Anastasia pointed her finger at him as she gave him a piercing look with her hazy eyes before she tossed a small smile in the end. This is going to be his first strike against him..If he insults me in any way..then I can just get up and walk away. He seems like he knows enough about the town though...and he's Russian...How bad could our acquaintance be?[/color] Anya thought to herself in a positive tone. The last thing she wanted was to make enemies here, what if she needed something or help? Dimitri could be the person she went to for that...She was also dying to know about the scar on his cheek. It was drawing her eyes towards it every time he smiled or even spoke really.
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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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Dimitri couldn't help but give a sigh of relief. Anastasia seemed like a link from his past and he wasn't about to let her get away. He sub-consiously scratched the scar on his left cheek that he had gotten from a flying piece of glass all those years ago. It was the only thing that he physically carried from Russia, mentally, that was a different story. This firey young girl had brought up memories he had rather liked to tie up, put duck-tape over, and throw in a closet and let it rot. He gave a shuddering breath has he sat down across from Anastasia and clasped his hands.

Tapping his fingers together, a tell-tale sign he was nervous, he began to speak. "So Anastasia, is there a last name that goes with that? Or a nickname perhaps? Anya would be appropriate I suppose." He licked his lips and closed his eyes, wincing. That was what the little girl he saved call herself. He looked down sheepishly. "Uh, nevermind that. I would like to know your last name." He said looking back up, tracing the rim of his mint tea, pratically abandoned. The cup was more like a crutch during this conversation, something to turn to if the converstation got too...well, painful.

"Now, you don't remember anything about your past? When did you start to forget? And where did you go after you forgot? I'm not a physcologist but perhaps I can help you, if you came from St. Petersburg that is." He leaned back in the wooden chair and took a small sip from his tea and put it down. "I came from St. Petersburg, well me and my father that is. Now why are you here Anastasia? I assume college but you never know. Most people that come from another country don't think about little Walten at their first choice. Most think of New York or Cali." Eeek! That wasn't supposed to come out! God this girl makes me nervous. She makes me pissed off and turned on a the same time. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought rubbing his scar once more.



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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

This was an awkward situation at hand and Anya didn't know what to do with it. Most of the time she tried not to stay too locked up in her thoughts. It wasn't healthy to keep everything so bottled up inside because then you ended up festering your soul. She had to keep reminding herself not to stare at his scar, it was very rude of her and she knew that If he were her...she would have already said something by now. Then a thought occurred to her, Maybe he isn't saying anything because he is trying to take it easy with telling me off. He is lucky that I even decided we should start over...There is just something about him I can't quite put my finger on. I know all those books say that women tend to over think a mans motives..but I believe this calls for a little over thinking. Why the change of heart? Why the sudden interest in my life? What was it that I said that made him want to start all over with a stranger that just insulted his life and very being of existence... Anastasia thought to herself as they sat down and she began to eat, a little uncomfortably. She wasn't accustomed to eating so close to a stranger and having them watch her. In the orphanage it was completely different. The children she was with all knew each other fairly well. It was almost like a middle school for them, they even knew the names of the many new comers that arrived. Looking over at his hands, she watched as they grew white from his grasp. Was it her, or was he nervous to sit across from her too? It seemed the more tense Dimitri grew, the faster Anastasia's heart pumped from her discomfort. How would start the conversation first and if one of them did, what would they say first. Would they start apologizing for their behavior? Anastasia gave her head a subtle nod. She wasn't about to give him an apology he did not deserve. Closing her lunch, she thought it better to save it as she was having a hard time not looking like a cow as she chewed her food. Every movement she did felt studied by the pair of intense eyes sitting across from her.

Taking the straw of her beverage into her mouth, she took a deep gulp and waved the cup in his direction as she spoke. "Is this how you get to know someone? By interrogating them Mr. FBI. Well...Is that common for a person to be named Anastasia and have the nickname of Anya in Russia? I thought it was..but yes..Everyone mostly calls me Anya. My last name is Petorzyna after Admiral Petorzyna...my foster father. Vhat happened to the very calm, cool and collected Dimitri I just met a few minutes ago. So comfortable with sliding right into a strangers booth at a cafe. Now, it looks as though you are nervous...Are you..Am I making you nervous?" Anastasia gave a smirk of satisfaction..could it be that he wasn't acting like his conman self because that was all an act he put on for the sake of the money in his pocket. Any moment she was expecting his leg to start trembling with anxious feeling and for him to start biting his nails. It could all be that he genuinely did not know how to act around women. He really didn't look like the type though...with that smirk of his she saw earlier. Anya could imagine many foolish girls trailing after him just because of those mysteriously intense eyes that you could slip into or his mischievous smirk...a sign of dangerous fun..excitement.

The Russian spit fire gave Dimitri an x-raying looking, her eyes piercing into his like daggers. She was trying to see if he had any intention of trying to some how turn or us against her what she was about to tell him. Why else would he want to know about her amnesic past of a life? Granted, some find interest in the oddest of phenomenons..amnesia was something that scientist and doctors all over the world knew very little of. They knew the basics and knew the unexplainable events that occurred with patients that suffered such trauma..even those that recovered from it were a mystery to them. Why did the mind wipe such things clean from it slate and at times store it so deep in the cerebellum that only time could assist to releasing its hidden memories. "It never happened that way. I didn't just start losing my memory...I lost it as a whole when I was a young girl. I vwas in an accident that I still do not know about...I woke up in an orphanage around st. Petersburgh...more towards the outskirts. The orphanage was secluded from the "temptation" of the city." Anastasia looked down into her cup while her memories of waking up in the orphanage came back vividly in her mind. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, feeling it burned into the back of her memories. The frustration she felt when she could not think of any faces of any of her family members or even what happened to her. Looking back up at him from her cup, she smiled meekly. It was a subject she hadn't spoken about in a few years. Her foster family would rather she had amnesia about ever having amnesia and especially the orphanage. "Well there is your mistake, Dimitri" Anastasia's quick tongue came back around as she heard herself being compared to most people. She didn't think like anyone she knew and found it hard to even explain how she picked out Walten without being given an insulting amused look. "I'm not like everyone. I let fate and chance pick out my path. My home is in England..and I wanted to go away for college. All I did was make a chart of schools I wanted to attend...placed it up on the wall and threw a dart at it. The dart stuck right into Walten University and my foster parents were okay with the distance...especially since the admiral is only a short plane ride away from Walten at the moment. Now you answer me this...Where did you get that scar?" Anastasia asked him flat out instead of waltzing around the question and took another short sip from her coffee. After all, he was the one asking her all of these personal question..she thought it gave her the right to ask something of him that might be considered personal.

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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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Dimitri leaned back in the chair once more. "I'm a different man when I'm conning. I don't paticuarly enjoy it but when all you know is how to take care of rich people there's not much job outlook in your horizon." He said, brushing off the comment about his nervousness. He was nervous but he wasn't about to let little Miss Anya know about that. He watched her eat her food and the smell wafted over to him. It smelled delicious but he wasn't about to go but something. Even here in Walten, food stands were expensive, he for sure, did not have any money to spare.

He listened to her talk about her family. "Admiral huh? Didn't know the old guy had the patience for someone like you. You seem like you get into a lot of trouble." He gave her a wry smile and hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way. It seemed like she was on edge as well as. He looked down to fiddle with is pocket and felt the small jewlery box in there. He didn't trust his apartment and the was the only thing he had from Russia. He licked his lips then looked back up to see Anya analyzing him. He narrowed his eyes and stared right back at her. She was an interesting one for sure. "So what do you plan on majoring here? Russian? Or something else?" His eyes glazed over for a few seconds pondering what he would major in. Probally...business or communications. "God I wish I could have the money to do that." He gave a little cock of the head and sighed. "I've heard of that place. I heard the woman in charge is a real bitch if you know what I mean." He winced at that one. Bitch? Dimitri come on, show some class. Bring out that con man, well some of him at least!

He listened to Anya talk some more. "Now you answer me this...Where did you get that scar?" He nearly choked on his own saliva at that one. He coughed rather unmanly mind you, and gave Anya a look of horror. "What this old thing? You don't want to know about that." He said in a rather desperate tone. He took a sip of his tea and let his eye flit around the store until they landed back on Anya. He gave her a pained face as she looked at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and let it out in a woosh. "Okay. My scar. Well you know the family that I worked for right? Uh well they got in a car accident and I was near it at the time. They all died except for their youngest daughter and I uh, got cut by a piece of the glass that flew off of the car." He said in a quiet tone. He closed his eyes and wondered if Anya was that tiny girl he saved, all those year ago. He opened one eye to peer back at her and shrugged. "That's about it. So you chose Walten with darts huh?" He asked, changing the subject quickly before those painful memories would bubble back up to the surface once more, and the nightmares would come careering back once again.



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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

Anastasia suddenly felt like she should stop giving this man such a hard time. Her sarcasm really knew how to weed around the exceptional personality she knew she could have. At times she could not hold her tongue, especially under the circumstances. They didn't exactly meet each other on such friendly terms and already they had an argument. An argument that would happen between two individuals that actually knew something about the other. Anya ran her tongue to capture the sugar taste that the coffee left lingering on her blushed lips. There she was pointing her finger at him when she was doing the exact same thing. She was wrong for judging him so quickly, but when she thought about it..he really left her with no choice but to. "I'm sure there is. Perhaps you have other talents you haven't unlocked yet..some just need more time to see what their actual career was meant to be." Her voice grew a softer tone that was much more like the Anastasia she was proud to be, not the sarcastic stand offish type person she can come across as. Anya noticed that he had yet to answer her question on him being nervous around her, his avoidance made the answer quite clear to her. In not trying to let her know how he was feeling, she already knew by his obvious body language. After a while..she felt rude for eating in front of him and not offering him anything. Placing her plastic fork into the container, she pushed it towards the side of the table and began to unbutton her jacket to make her feel a little more comfortable. A light laughter built up within her chest as he spoke of the trouble she would give to the admiral. He was right in every way and she was quite proud of her efforts in testing the Admirals patience. "Is it that obvious?" She mused, her bright white straight teeth exposed just below her lips. Her eyes were brightened by the subject of causing the admiral some trouble. "I like to think of it as...keeping him on his toes. He is all discipline and respect, but no fun. I know that a part of him loves that I'm not an easy task he can order around like he does on the bases or his ships. I'm a challenge for him and what man doesn't like a challenge after all..one of my room mates from my previous school told me that." Anastasia thought of the girl fondly and wondered when she was going to see her again. It was seldom that she encountered a friend that she could connect with, even with her cheeky attitude.

For a moment they found themselves looking into each others eyes, searching for something. It seemed to her that Dimitri was a great thinker like herself. The time a person is silent..is usually when they are pondering something. Turning it over and backwards in their mind until they were satisfied with the conclusion they would come to. For Anastasia, she could not come to a conclusion over Dimitri and his motives towards the interest in her. She had no idea if he was attracted to her because she hadn't any experience with that sort of liking. There was one thing she did know, he had something hidden within him. She could sense that he had walls that were far greater than the walls she had built up around her life. What trials did he suffer that would make him so hardened towards questions about his past. All it seemed he wanted to know was deflected towards Anastasia alone and she was taking notice. "For now..I'm studying to be an Archaeologist..but I'm mostly majoring in ancient artifacts and ruins. I'm fascinated with history really...possibly because I don't have one of my own..Some day I would love to travel and then become a museum curator or work for my very own auction house for rare artifacts." Anastasia shrugged her shoulders, her mind going off into a place where she would be all covered in ancient dirt and digging for the skeletons of great men or woman of the past. "I'm sure some institutes are willing to accept someone that has a promising talent for...lets say...business and marketing." She said with a small nod towards the idea, she was sure there were institutes that excepted those that just got their GED and even then they could build from their. Placing her hand on her mouth she let out a series of laughs. "I believe you are talking about Aglaya..I gave her the hardest time. She told me that I was a huge pain in her ass and that I was to blame for her reoccurring ulcer. I couldn't believe that the church actually let her become a nun. She is always praying for forgiveness of her foul mouth and short fuse. That woman always made me laugh. Guaranteed to always be the one to lose her cool with me." She found herself pleased to find a person that actually knew something about where she came from. Anya figured no one would know about anything from Russia...she doubted the existence of any Russian's in such a town.

It was time to catch Dimitri off guard with her question that had been buzzing around her like a persistent bee towards nectar. She knew he wasn't about to tell her where he had gotten it from, but the look in her eyes said that she would not take 'no' for an answer. Anya rose her right eyebrow when he said she didn't want to know about it. She was holding her tongue for the moment, because obviously she did...or else she would not have asked him for the story behind it. The story rang true and it was something she was not prepared for. "Oh, I'm very sorry. That must have been horrible to experience." Placing her hand on the necklace, she played with it for a moment as she tried to block out her view of his memory. She could not see the faces, but it was as if she were to be watching a movie. Her mind was very creative and so she could picture a young Dimitri and the accident. It was obvious to her that it was a painful memory for him...the way he closed his eyes as if he were trying to forget it all ever happened. "I did.." She said quietly as the mood of the last question still hung in the air around them. Anya couldn't keep her mind off it and found herself looking at his scar once again. Tilting her head, she tried to look away from it but as soon as she looked back at him..it came back to her. Anya couldn't imagine what sort of pain that girl must have felt to watch it happen before her eyes.

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[Dimitri Mikhalovitch Varkov]

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there's another world inside of me that you may never see
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

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He had to laugh outloud at Anya's way of describing her and the admiral's relationship. She was such a character and Dimitri was intrigued. People in Walten and even in Russia paled in comparison to Anya's spunk and fire. He had to admit she didn't make such a great first impression but neither did he. He was just so surprized that she actually cared about his conning when so many just brushed past him, hoping if they ignored him he would just leave them alone. And he did, most of the time. Dimitri fiddled with his coat pocket then took that and his hoodie off, the bakery being too hot. So he sat there in one short-sleeved t-shirt (rather tight mind you) and his jeans.

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and hung his head. "Anya I think you can do better than archaelogy. I don't know what you should do, but I really can't see you being someone in a three-piece suit holed up in a stuffy museum. You should be out seeing the world. Go to Paris or something." He laughed and gave a smirk. "I've always wanted to go to Paris. Besides my depleting Russian I know some French." He continued to smirk at her, his scar somewhat hidden, perfected after many years.

He nodded at her apology and looked down, his finger tracing the top of his cup of long gone mint tea and sighed. "The daughter and I used to play with one another. I never got the chance to say goodbye after the wreck. She didn't even remember me when I tired to before they took her to the ER." He licked his lip and bit his lip and then sighed and looked back up at Anya, her face looking a little forlorn and sad for his sake. "Well, let's just forget about that alright? Now Anya, have you ever wanted to find your family? I think I deserve that answer. Oh and please stop staring at my scar. Staring is rude." He asked then finished with a wry smile. He had seen her eyes keep trailing back to his left cheek and he watched rather happily as she began to slowly blush. Even though Anya was a spit-fire, she still was a human and Dimitri prided himself on predicting what each person would do. He could pretty much read most human behavior like an open book. And most humans would begin to get uncomfortable when confronted with the fact that they were staring, even on the sly.



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WORD COUNT 589 including layout
NOTES bleh, not very good but take a crack at it harlee!
OUTFIT here
LYRICS when i'm gone by 3 doors down
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[Anastasia Nikolaena Petorzyna]

The aroma of the bakery was a calming delight to her nostrils, and certainly made her want to buy a huge warm apple pie. The thought arose in her mind and she looked at Dimitri; wondering in fact if he was a pie man? The question, although small in comparison to the other questions of the world...weighed down on her mind. "Apples, cherries or chocolate?" Anastasia asked Dimitri her eyes narrowing as if she was trying to interrogate him on some great matter. Overall, Anya was a person that had a huge appetite for just about everything; it could be for life, love, and especially food. Since he was getting a little more comfortable around her, as she was..it seemed only fitting that they eat something from this enticing bakery. The more Anastasia looked at him..the more appealing he was to her eyes. Making herself more comfortable, she ran a delicate hand through her red locks and felt the cozy atmosphere begin to set in. A bad habit she had developed was the direction of her eyes. They always seemed to move their way towards whatever they saw fit...and right now Dimitri was looking very fit indeed. Anya ruffled her hair a little while she averted her eyes in another direction. One of the many last things she wanted was for Dimitri to see her blush just by him taking off his coat. God, what on earth was she thinking..she just met this man and on not so romantic terms. Not that she was trying to be romantic or would want anything romantic of the sort. If I only had an off switch some where on my body to turn off certain feelings or uncomfortable and very noticeable anything! I am not bi-polar and have never been. I cannot go from loathing someone at first sight to admiring them by second. Anya's mind traveled into that place that minds find themselves quite often. The unknown tug of war that never seemed to come to an agreement. It simply left her more confused as she thought on the matter, and she found it better to ignore confusion..she had enough of it in her life.

"I've always vanted to go to Paris" They said at the same time, it made her giggle lightly and almost made her want to call out a jinx...that was the child within her though. Placing her hand back on the locket around her neck, she turned it over between her fingers. "Museums aren't stuffy Dimitri...they are forever expanding. I want to travel the world..doing things zhat excite me rather then bore me. Archaeology would give me the ticket I need to explore and really experience things many can never say they have. The three piece suit..that is never going to happen. I'm not a little princess when it comes to clothing, but I am also not a full on woman trying to be a man. Straight pencil skirts with a blazer and buttoned up shirt..I could never." If you spoke to the many bunk mates she had in Russia, you would hear that they all felt Anya was a bit of a tom-boy. Anya on the other hand thought she just liked things that most girls weren't exactly partial to. The power tripping women of the world wore those uncomfortable suits that Dimitri mentioned, not her style. She believed a woman should dress to how she is feeling and who she is. Why a woman that is trying to prove herself in a mainly man driven professional world by wearing clothing reminiscent of a man..was just crazy. Anastasia didn't think they should run around in hooker heels and mini skirts...but at least to what they like, and not what was expected of them.

Anastasia fought the urge to push for more information. She was a naturally curious little thing and had her ways of getting others to talk about it. Just as she was about to place her elbows on the table, she felt that annoying tug in her mind that told her it wasn't proper. At times she found herself experiencing that annoying little voice telling her what to do. What made it all the more curious, was the fact that she actually listened to it. "Have you ever tried to look for her? Maybe at the time she was just shaken by the whole ordeal..but now she would remember you. I know if that were me...I would just...well you know..want someone to look for me." Anya gloomed to think that this girl could be searching for someone and here Dimitri was...scarred literally and figuratively from the accent. It made her want to go on a quest just to look for her..Anya loved to help...she would hope someone would do the same for her. Nodding her head, she agreed towards forgetting what he just told her..although she knew she was lying. How could she forget about something like that? It was a sweet and sad story..that was cut off at the middle and never ended. "Funny how you believe that you deserve such things" Anya shot at him with a smart ass half smile. She was caught off guard by him so blatantly outing her bad habit of staring. Anastasia rolled her eyes and tried to keep herself from smiling...especially BLUSHING!. "Mm, no. I have no idea what you are talking about...rude? Well If that isn't rich coming from you? All the same..I- um..I like it, some how"

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