BATISHCHEV, alena jakaterina [wip]

[ALANA JAKATERINA BATISCHCHEV]

alana jakaterina batishchev.
twenty-seven ,, alena ,, psychologist ,, scientist ,, cold
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"Dobriy dien’. Menya zovut Alena. Oh … I speak English? Okay, I apologise. My name is Alana, full name is Alana Jakaterina Batischchev, it is Russian and quite difficult to pronounce, but I am sure you will get de hang of it quickly. I am a twenty-seven year old woman. I know I do not look my age, but women in Russia … how you say … age well. I was a winter baby, my mother had me in a hospital on de twenty-seventh of December … ironic, yes, dat I am now twenty-seven years old. My job is classified as ‘scientist’ here in Belmont Bay, and my speciality is a highly trained psychologist. I do my job good, I can see a lot that other psychologists miss, and dis is not me trying to be arrogant.

Ah, what I look like? I don’t know how to really describe myself. I am a tall woman, as most Russian women are at six foot. My skin is pale, but not because I have not seen the sun a lot, but because it runs in de Batishchev family, as well as having my mother’s bright blue eyes, and my father’s dark brown hair, you could say dat I am beautiful, yes. I have been told dis too, and I do show it off. At my age, teenage clothing will not do. I do show off my curves, but my dress is usually very … formal, I fink, yes. Heels are something I like to wear too, but I am not big on jewellery. Dere is no doubt that my clothing style is expensive, but my job pays well, and will pay even better now dat I moved from Russia to here, dere was nothing dat could make me to deny it.

Personality should be something dat someone else describes for me because I am a psychologist and would be … biased? On everything I say. But I fink I can try as best as I can. De thing is, that I am not a very open person, not very sociable you could say. I don’t like small talk, and would rather observe my surroundings dan have a large group of people talking to me. You may fink dis is a little strange in my job, but really, my job only requires asking de right questions and analysing de answers. Speaking of my job, I like doing what I do. Dese … people dat are so different from us are entertaining to attempt and manipulate, because with treatments and such we can do what we very well want. I am a succeeder, a winner, nofing less will be good enough for me, so I try as hard I can to get what I want. I do use a lot of means to do dat, nofing is an issue.

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Jenna had never really thought of herself as a prude, more so taking life more seriously because she knew what kind of pain that it could bring you, and she wasn't sure that the guy that she was now talking to even knew the extent of that. Looking at him now, well, there was no doubt about how attractive he was. The perfect facial features and a glint in his eye, a body that any girl would be lucky to touch, and clothes that cost more than she used to make in a day back in Britain while working for Albert. She almost shuddered at the memory, but she knew that Jenna shouldn't be so judgemental. That was just no her, but the way that this man carried himself, well, it exuded some kind of arrogance that she found she really disliked. But she couldn't help but wonder, what was it like to have everything you wanted? The woman couldn't pretend that she knew everything about the male in front of her, when in fact all he'd said to her was that he wanted to help her up and called her 'dollface'. He just brought on a wave of wonder, what it would be like to approach strangers with a smile and not worry about a thing in the world? She hoped that one day she would be able to find out.

”Oh yeah, this town likes to take care of its people.” A small smile crept up on her lips and she looked at him curiously. She wasn't sure if he meant that actually, or if it was some kind of foreshadowing to a dark and deadly secret that a town like this held. That almost made her laugh, but Jennifer didn't want to seem weird, so she just was content with musing about it in her mind. "And I see it sent its number one helper along?" She joked lightly, keeping a safe distance from the man, but even though he was male, and seemed like he was very confident, Jenna didn't want to make enemies, so saying something like this wasn't too bad of an idea. She decided that if he kept on with the nice thing she wouldn't run, but she was also sure that he would soon get bored of her and want to leave himself, so she wasn't too fussed of getting rid of him, and it was actually quite nice to be able to talk to someone. She hadn't done that in a while, and even the words of this young fellow, who did look a lot younger than her, were welcomed right at that moment. So she didn't have to be bogged down deep into her own dark thoughts.

”Really? Where did you come from?” Men seemed to assume that girls liked to talk a lot, and really, Jenna didn't like to talk all that much. She wasn't educated or experienced enough to have much interesting to tell, but then again, she had always been kind of the quiet girl. She fixed her blue baggy jumper, and put her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Jenna knew that she probably looked a little shabbier than usual, that her hair was a bit of a mess, and her make-up free face probably looked tired, and her green eyes dull. There was no light in them, she didn't have a light for anything right about then. She had nothing on her, but the key to the tiny flat in her pocket. Why on earth would this guy want to talk to her? She was a little baffled, but let it go. "Can't you tell from the accent?" She asked kind of cocking her head to the side a little bit, as if seeing through him that he didn't really want to hear it."Sorry, I don't like talking about it; I was only making a comparison." She bit her lip and looked away. It was better to be honest than have to face questions, which is what she did. She hoped that he'd understand that she liked to keep her past to herself, but you never knew how people understood some things.

Jenna chuckled a little bit as the guy looked around the park as if worried her body builder of a boyfriend would come out to play. ”You’re taken? A woman like you shouldn’t be confined to but the best.” Her eyebrows shot up at this, and she really laughed now. "Oh my, you're really a charmer, care to give an example of what the best might be?" She asked him, running a hand through her hair, her face now having lit up. She was sure that had made her entire day. Her green eyes searched his face for a moment, her smile not becoming any smaller, but she felt her heart beat faster as she started to understand that maybe she shouldn't have given him the benefit of the doubt. "But I don't see why it matters anyway." What did it matter to him if she was taken or not? She shuddered slightly at the thought but then shook her head at herself. 'Calm down Jenna.' She thought. She was starting to feel a little awkward too, just standing there in the park. "I think I need to get another coffee as the friendly dog knocked mine over." It was her way of trying to leave, to maybe say 'goodbye', and definitely not an invitation.

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