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- Joined
- Aug 25, 2014
- Location
- Germany
Full Name: | Bernarda Patricia Molina |
Age: | 21 |
Height: | 5'1'' / 154 cm |
Hair: | brown |
Eyes: | brown |
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Bernarda is a young woman who could trace her families line back to the early days of Spains colonies in the Caribbean. While it was not clear when exactly they had actually settled down but it was around 1500. Her closer family was not living anywhere close to latin america anymore for at least three generations on both sides of her parents but she still had the looks one might associate when hearing the word 'Latina'. The brown haired beauty never called herself such and would not dare to do so after experiencing her aunt doing so and being called out by someone from the region of latin america. In her opinion there was no point in doing so or escalate the argument like they did but it did leave quite the impression on the far younger Bernarda 15 years ago. Maybe the worst was, that it had been during an otherwise happy meeting with a far part of the family and the reason for her interest in learning more about her origins. By all means, a marriage between them and her direct family would not even have been anywhere near the danger of incest by now and it was pure luck that someone discovered they had a shared ancestor.
Nothing of this mattered today though. The brown eyes were resting on the sheet of paper in her hands. It was a cutout from a newspaper. Not the newest thing in the world and not what one might expect from a woman her age but it was the best option. Her family was not as unlucky to be starving and living in a place falling apart but it was close enough to it. Money was never plenty despite her parents working two jobs both and Bernarda was sure their marks had been the major factor. Both of them left college with what one might call mediocre grades at best and her own were no better. All attempts in the past to have them help her had been futile. Either they had no time, were totally exhausted or had no clue themselves. Yet neither of them had given up, their daughter aiming for something more than what they achieved encouraged them on and if they could not help her on their own, they would find a way. And a way they had found, saving up money to pay for a private tutor. On the piece of paper was an ad for just such a person, reading:
~~ Private Tutoring by Yoshida ~~
Do you look to better yourself?
Do you struggle with your grades?
Is college about to end?
This will all end with some help from me!
Call the number below and ask for Yoshida.
I can offer rates for every size of purse,
we will find an agreement that works for you.
Do you look to better yourself?
Do you struggle with your grades?
Is college about to end?
This will all end with some help from me!
Call the number below and ask for Yoshida.
I can offer rates for every size of purse,
we will find an agreement that works for you.
Spa
On top of the text was a post-it with an address which the young woman was checking for what must be the hundreds time. Bernarda was not sure what she had expected. Maybe a villa? Impossible for sure but she was not expecting something ... so normal looking. The place the friendly woman at the end of the phone had told her was not in the best region of the city but far from the worst. Nice buildings on both sides of the street. Trees lining the road and even hedges growing alongside some buildings and kept in perfect condition. It almost looked as if there was not a single leaf out of place anywhere while people walked down the street, visiting shops in the ground levels of the buildings. The place where she lived was a far cry from this. Maybe it had looked similar in the past but for many years barely above the minimum in terms of money had been invested. By the looks of it, the brown haired girl could already guess how the inside of the building might look like. At least from the outside they reminded her of the building where she lived, likely they had been build around the same time and were using a similar layout. Stairs leading up into a hallway with several doors lining it and another set of stairs going up to a similar looking floor. The flats would be on the smaller end with at least six on each floor, maybe more.
The big surprise came when Bernarda was finally getting herself together and approached the door, looking for the name she was given. It was not so much surprising that the installed system was something modern, a camera, microphone and speaker. Minus the camera they had the same general thing at her place, not functioning properly but it was there. The actual surprise was the number of buttons. With maybe six flats on each floor, minus the shop next to the entrance, she was expecting at least two dozens names but this were only twelve. Rather puzzled with this discovery she pressed the little button next to the name, waiting a bit nervously for what was to happen.
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