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[His father was on business in Locke City, New Jersey, so of course Dima came along. Technically, he wasn't an employee of Dalv, but his father liked to drag him along on business to show him what his dad does, and what it was actually like to work in business. He was, essentially, an honorary employee.

But most importantly, Locke City is, to Dima's understanding, where all this Numbered nonsense began. This was ground zero. And as he wanders through streets littered with rubble, debris, and buildings in utter collapse, it really shows. He'd seen this place on the news, he knows how much destruction it has suffered.

His father had told him to wait outside while he handled the actual details of the construction contract he was striking up to try and help rebuild the city. Which probably meant that this was a deal with the mafia, and he didn't want Dima to know for safety's sake. Not like he didn't know already about all of his father's dirty business.

But he was fine with it. It gave him this opportunity to walk around and witness the city where it all began. He'd only been numbered for a few months, but surely this place would hold more information for him than Moscow.]
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[If there was one thing in the world Stefan truly hated, it was a pair-up class partner project. He usually couldn't choose his partner; he usually did most of the work; AND it was a waste of his time. "Class projects mimic the real world! They teach you valuable lessons!"

What valuable lesson, Stefan wanted to ask as he stared down at the assignment sheet. The valuable lesson of working with Ms. Gilbert? The one person in the entire grade he wanted to avoid? It was getting harder every year, especially since they were on the same road to class valedictorian.

He shouldn't have these intense, burning emotions in his head just by looking at her. She wasn't Muslim. She wasn't Jordanian. She wasn't the kind of girl he could bring home, and well - popular girls didn't date nerds. That would've been a bigger issue in their high school circuit. Stefan wasn't popular, nor was he quite unpopular. He hung in that weird middle tier, reserved for nerds who had not-typical skillsets. Like his.

They were given the rest of class to move and discuss the project, so Stefan pulled her towards a secluded corner of the room. He sighed, tapping the paper.]


So... how should we go about dividing this? 50-50?
stefanged: (that would do it)
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[Sleepovers at the Alesci home were standard fare: Olette invites a bunch of friends, and they proceed to be loud until the wee hours of the morning. Stefan was more than used to their presence - and well, even teenagers need a little extra supervision.

The night was all set to be a peaceful one. Olette had baked cookies; they were marathoning movies on TV; and Stefan was curled up in the adjacent room with a book and a good cup of tea. Then the network had to send out a post about an alien attack downtown and well....

So much for that book. Stefan reaches for his car keys almost immediately. To Olette and his friends, he calls out,]
Hey, I'm heading out. [Like it's an afterthought, rather than something he'd carefully calculated the second he saw the post:] Marinette? Any way you could help me out? It shouldn't take long.

[He hopes. He really, really hopes, because just once, he'd prefer a book and tea to whatever building the Vermini monsters were after.]

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