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You have permission to flirt with me anonymously. Starting now.

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Do you have any unusual habits or dominant personality traits that are evident to others?

I call almost everyone 'mijo' or 'mija', and because I'm a dancer--I often roll my ankles when I'm sitting or resting. If you see me out and about, it's easy to tell that I'm a very clumsy person.

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What was the most profound spiritual moment of your life?

I like most moments of my life to be spiritual, but really the most profound would probably be a few days ago when my brother came home in one piece.

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Something you look forward to?

My hermano staying out of trouble and graduating high school without getting shot again. How about that?

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Well, I could offer you Spanish lessons in return, mijo. I want to be able to help my little brother with his homework. He wanted to take French this year, so I let him. Besides, he already knows the in and outs of Spanish. Glad to see someone's feeling good around here.

Anybody want some French lessons? The kids are finally starting to get it, so while I’m on a roll I thought I would offer it to more people. I’ll even do it for free, even though sometimes I tutor for charge. I’m feeling nice, what can I say? Even though it means I might have to sell my body in the streets.

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s your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

[Miyera is pretty tall, actually. She's 5'10", and has a lithe, dancer's body. Her weight is around 120 lbs. She's very comfortable in her skin, and wouldn't change anything about it. The only thing she's bothered by is the fact that almost all of her choreographers have asked her at one point if she's anorexic.]

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Yeah, it's only because I want him to stay out of trouble. I never really took him for a troublemaker, but there's a first time for everything, I guess... I just don't want him to get hurt again. He already got shot for the Lord's sake! I don't know how much I can handle, y'know.

  Oh god I’m sure you aren’t the first who has wanted to lock their younger sibling in their room. Lord knows I used to actually try to do it to my brother when I was younger. And then I’d get yelled at. In terms of whether or not such a thing would keep him controlled and safe, which I’m guessing is what you’re getting at…well…it’s not the most efficient of methods in the long run.

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He's my hermano, though. No one would ever know.. But you've got a point there, mija. Lockin' him up probably won't get across the message I'm trying to send, either. I don't want to damage his looks, but if I have to go that far, I damn well will.

I don't think we've properly met yet--I'm Miyera.

  I think locking a guy up is illegal, but you could probably try gluing his shoes to the floor or giving him a dorky haircut. That’d probably keep him from leaving, if he’s a teenager.

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Well, if anyone has any possible ideas for keeping a younger brother on a leash--Please let me know. I'm about to just lock him up in his room for the last of the year. That's not illegal, is it? I mean, I don't really care, but if some policeman wanders into my studio again and just so asks what that awful wailing is, I don't know if I'll be able to think of a good enough lie.

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Miyera's dark eyes flitted from head to head as she counted the number of people in the room. It was protocol when she visited anywhere for any amount of time. She proceeded into the building with caution, wary of her surroundings. She immediately sent her hand to grip Elias' elbow protectively, even though the boy was a good half a foot taller than her. She still felt the need to guard him, even if she was the one who was out of the loop here. She had no idea who this man was, besides his name and the fact that he saved her brother from bleeding out.

When they entered the sterile, white room, Miyera's anxiety heightened a bit. She had always hated hospitals, and this room reminded her too fondly of one. She knew this would be either a quick discussion, or a lengthy conversation. She was counting on Elias to help her keep her head in this situation. When they were seated, Elias spoke up.

"I know it's ahead of time, but my sis-"

Miyera cut him off. "So, you're Ceasar. Normally, I only trust the most pristine and trained professionals to operate on my family members and I, but considering the circumstances--I think I owe you." She motioned to the cake that her brother was holding. "That's for you, but before I give it to you, I kindly ask that you answer some of my questions."

Elias wanted to shrink into the chair he was seated in. Sure, Miyera hadn't gone all Colombian on the guy, but she sensed under her calm exterior there was a unperturbed anxiety brewing. He reached out his hand to put it on her knee, giving it a fair squeeze. Before leaning forward."I-Uh. I didn't tell her the whole story. So, if you don't mind.. I'd ask you not to." He leaned back in his chair, and Miyera gave the boy a stony look, wondering what it was that he'd whispered. She bit her lip, refraining from lashing out at her brother right then and there. Who did he think he was trying to keep secrets from her? It was a really amazing feat that she didn't lose her head right then and there. She was becoming much better at putting a lid on things until a later date. Making a dull note in her head, she turned back to Ceasar.

"And please, let me know what the bill was." Miyera channeled her fury into a clean, polite mask that would not be cracked. She was going to beat an answer out of one of them if she had to, but until then--She'd keep her head level. No use of flipping tables if she could play nice and get the answer she wanted. 

Once the blood dries; Ceasar/Miyera

He always expected visitors. Whether it was his former patients coming to complain or new ones bleeding in search of a stitching, the man was always prepared to see someones face. Well, during his hours of course, it was very unrealistic that the man would devote all of his time to dealing with these people. He did have other things to do of course, much more important things, but this was also needed. Work was something that meant a lot to the man, and others, but that was a different story. At least the work he did would be fun, and he had to say.. cutting into the flesh of these people that were willing was more fun than he ever thought it would be. 

The location, it was a strange one. It looked like any other building, a simple store though it seemed to never be selling anything. Only occasionally would someone knock at the front door, usually the tolerable ones, the ones that were polite and opperated as if this were any other doctors office. He liked these ones, well sometimes. So he was a bit interested when he heard the knock. Of course, he’d seen them roll up in the taxi before they even made it to the door, his monitor displayed them well, blinked at any movement. Fingers resting against his lips his others tapped at the white desk, and one of his men made his way to the door, securing his weapon before opening the door and letting his visitors in.

A few things were mentioned to Ceasar through his ear piece before he got up, nodding so that another one of his men, who was comfortably situated in front of another moniter would see that he had gotten his message before he rounded his way to the front and straightened his suit, first looking at Elias with a nod before looking up at the older woman. “Hello hello..” He said rather dryly, eyes flicking over to the man who nodded and shut the doorb before he looked back at the two, extending a gloved hand towards the woman to recieve a shake before he gestured for the two to follow him down the hall. “You’ve come early Elias.. it isn’t time for your checkup yet.” A voice buzzed in his earpiece and he stopped suddendly, extending a hand to grip a metal doorknob and twist. Stepping in he propped the door open for the two as florescent lighting went up by itself and he took a seat in his rolling chair, the completely white room meant for meetings extrememly uninviting and remenicent to a hosptial. The man that opened the door had traded places with another who stood by the entrance of the room and watched the three, similarly dressed to the makeshift surgeon. He folded his hands and faked a smile, eyes keep to the woman who now had his interest. “What is it I can do for you two today?” 

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Your job to observe, mija? Well, that must be one hell of an interesting job. I'd have toa gree. We are indeed all quite strange breed, but perhaps I shouldn't include myself in with them. I've only just moved here, but I have noticed there's a an air of misterio extraño por aquí..

  Just…sitting back and watching the people of London interact. It is my job to observe, you see. And the people who often do not submit themselves to observations are the ones who act in the most true of mannerisms. Watching the people of London be around one-another…oh, they are so strange.

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Depends on your definition of strange, I suppose.. What makes it strange for you, mija? Strange could mean a variety of different things to many different people.. So long as you don't provide a context, that is.

What a…strange night.