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Nadia Santos [userpic]

OOC: so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu

July 12th, 2007 (02:39 am)
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It pains me to do this, but.

But I'm really realizing now that I just don't have the time,
brainpower, or creativity to give my characters in Fandom High the
kind of attention and play that they deserve. I've had a great time
in the game, and I hate doing this, but I hate even more letting
characters sit to one side while I'm mostly focused elsewhere, so I'm
dropping out of the game.

Nadia will be handwavily heading off to Argentina to continue being a spy-extraordinare, and Warren's just going to handwavily get homesick and head back to good ole Stuckeyville.

Seriously, I have had a blast in this game. It was exactly what I needed to pull myself out of the pit I was in when I first joined in January, 2006. Each and everyone of you rocks in so many different ways, and I'll miss y'all.

Thanks so much for everything.

Peace out.

Nadia Santos [userpic]

Room 507, Saturday morning

April 28th, 2007 (12:45 pm)

Nadia woke up before Walter did. Which meant that after a little while of wandering around the room, looking for some candy food or some candy toys, she got bored and had to try to wake him up.


That didn't work.

*Poke. Pokepokepokepokepoke!*

Nope. Though the poking method may have worked better if she poked Walter, and not his pillow.

So Nadia went across the hall to get Furrball and brought him back to drop on top of Walter, instead.

Nadia Santos [userpic]

Room 502/4/6, Thursday night

April 26th, 2007 (10:38 pm)

The fact that she'd missed pretty much every single one of her final exams hadn't even begun to sink in, yet. At the moment, Nadia was still stuck on "I'm clean! And not in a big hole!" as she let herself collapse onto her bed and shoved her face into her pillow.

Sheets. Pillows. Blankets. Clean.

. . .

Cat. Claws. Foot.


Furrball apparently didn't approve of Nadia wandering off for that long without notifying him, first.

[ooc: open, yo]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

The preserve, Thursday, late morning [NFB]

April 26th, 2007 (10:46 am)

It had been a long, confusing night trying to make her way through the caves, but Nadia finally--FINALLY--found the exit.

She crawled her way out between two large rocksCollapse )


Nadia Santos [userpic]

The preserve, Wednesday night [NFB]

April 26th, 2007 (12:40 am)

Nadia didn't notice when the sun went down, tonight.

She didn't notice that Steerpike never came by for his nightly taunt.

She didn't notice these things because she wasn't in the hole, any more. She was in a tiny, cramped, pitch black tunnel that she was slowly and painstakingly digging in a bid for freedom.

As it turned out? Metal artificial limbs made halfway decent digging implements. By the time midnight rolled around, though, she was beginning to wonder if she was screwed. There wasn't enough air in the tunnel, she was exhausted, dehydrated, extremely hungry, filthy, aching . . . she was sure she had some scrapes and cuts that were getting infected. . . . The only thing that kept her digging was inertia. She had a rhythm. Shove the foot into the dirt, scrape it away. Repeat.

Still, she was close to passing out when a sudden flare of light hit her eyes and forced her to close them with a startled gasp.

It took awhile before her eyes adjusted enough for her to be able to see that the light was actually only a dim glow, not a piercing glare. Still, she could feel air moving and see light, and she didn't think she'd ever felt or seen anything better than that in her entire life. She shoved and scraped with renewed energy until the opening was finally enough for her to push herself out of the tunnel and into . . . .

An underground cave system.

Oh for chrissake.

[ooc: establishy, NFB, you get the deal now, yeah?]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

The preserve, Tuesday night [NFB]

April 25th, 2007 (12:49 am)

Nadia has not spent her time in the pit idly, today. She's been digging with whatever sticks and rocks and things she can find. She hasn't gotten very far, though, because all the rocks are small and the sticks keep breaking.

She heard the sound of footsteps up above and shot back away from her small tunnel, wondering if she dared to hope if it was anyone but Steerpike.

It wasn't.Collapse )

[ooc: no interaction, OOC welocme, NFB, yadda.]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

Out on the preserve, Monday afternoon [NFB]

April 23rd, 2007 (12:25 pm)

Nadia? Yeah, she's still at the bottom of that big hole out on the preserve. She'd slept pretty fitfully throughout the night, often waking up to try and climb her way out again, but it was no use. The dirt of the hole's wall was too soft to support her weight, and the lowest of the tree roots was out of jumping range.

So right now, she's sitting at the bottom, idly throwing rocks and tearing up bits of leaves and imagining all the things she wants to do with Steerpike when she gets her hands on him.

[ooc: establishy, only. NFB, please! Nadia will continue to be stuck in a hole, and people will continue to think she's turned into a degu, until Thursday or thereabouts.]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

From the radio station to the preserve, Sunday night [NFB]

April 23rd, 2007 (12:27 am)

Nadia was on her way back to the dorms when she got the voicemail. She didn't think twice when she altered her path and headed out into the preserve, instead.

She really didn't know what had happened, despite the brief explanations she'd gotten, but she'd do her best to try to explain it to Walter. . . .

[ooc: locked to, well, me. And I know I just posted radio, but just to be on the safe side, this post is NFB.]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

502/4/6, Saturday night

April 21st, 2007 (11:15 pm)

When Nadia got back to the dorms, she headed right upstairs with every intention of going to bed, but ended up just sitting there with her chin on her fist and staring blankly at the wall.

She could swear she was forgetting something important, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what.

And it was bugging her.

[ooc: The door and the post are open, yo.]

Nadia Santos [userpic]

Room 502/4/6, Monday evening

April 16th, 2007 (09:28 pm)

Nadia and Bailey were dancing around the room like crazy to the CD they'd gotten at Empire. Bailey was dancing because she had a boyfriend now and was going to be an empress-spy-vampire hunter when she grew up. Nadia was dancing because if she kept dancing, Bailey would keep dancing, and maybe the girl would get tired out and go to sleep already.

And then? Stealth bath time.

Being a parent was hard.

[ooc: Music is loud, and door is open!]

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