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OOC/ Tenebras [Jun. 23rd, 2005|03:44 pm]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

OOC: I plan on having Nadia in her coma till we all find out what's to happen with her next season. While she is in a come she will remember things. Those thing will be her jornal entries. I think it'll work out well.



Darkness. Lonely pitch black nothingness. What was it that got me here? I try to think...to grasp onto the memories of before, but they get lost in the fuzzy darkness. Am I dead? No...that doesn't fit. I can feel touches, hear voices...voices...Syd? Syd is that you?
Flashes come to me, waves of emotions. Anger, rage, hate--at who? A fight...the Prophecy...my father...a gun...darkness. Oh God, what have I done? What have I done?
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OOC [Jun. 4th, 2005|04:59 pm]
Nadia Santos
Sorry I have not been posting. I've been busy with school (finals) and I am sick with something. Since I only have next week and some tests to do I will continue posting on both Nadia and Allison's journals after that.
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Fun with Acronyms (God I am bored) [May. 23rd, 2005|09:12 pm]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |boredbored]


Name / Username:

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

I have to disagree with: Naive and Desperate
The rest works :)
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Stalker... [May. 23rd, 2005|09:08 pm]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

_nadiasantos_'s LJ stalker is eric_weiss!
eric_weiss is stalking you because your LiveJournal is just SO damned interesting. They are also getting with your significant other!

LiveJournal Username:

LJ Stalker Finder
From Go-Quiz.com

Eric...stalking me? "They are also getting with your significant other!" I am you significant other. This is all too much...

OOC note: In my case this is refering to Canon Eric. Not Arica's Eric.

OOC: {Amended as to not cause the wrath of some people; who shall remain unnamed.}
Next time if I am intruding on anyone's story-lines, established characters, etc. Please do not do the equlivant of a flame. Let me know in a civil manner-- personally preferably. And I'll try my best to amend the problem. Now that the confusion of which Weiss is Nadia's is cleared up, let us move on and forget about the petty behavior that can overcome us. :0P. All is forgotten on my end...
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Weapons of Choice [May. 21st, 2005|08:45 pm]
Nadia Santos
What is your weapon of choice?

At any given moment, I have five options: a gun, a knife, my body, my mind and words. Which one I chose depends on the situation.

For missions, exacting a quick death or shock of pain, I prefer firearms. Whether it be a small automatic or a sniper rifle, they get the job done. The feeling of cool, sleek metal in my hand has always given me some degree of comfort. With my aim perfected over the years I have little to worry about. If I want someone dead, they will be dead. Of course the threat can go both ways, which is why I am always prepared.

Knives and daggers come in handy for close contact. More personal, sometimes more satisfying, but always more bloody. Trial by error has allowed me to pinpoint the very angle to inflict the most pain. Knifes are weapons best suited for revenge. The feel of smooth metal sliding into flesh is unmistakable. The crack of a rib as it forces in, unforgettable. I’ve killed a few in this manner. It requires a greater degree of trust to get so close, but in the end the ability to look your enemy in the eye is too tempting to waste on a distant bullet.

Of course the body is a weapon in more ways than one. My fighting skills are far superior than most. My feet, my elbows can jab, punch and incapacitate. I’ve picked up a good number of techniques while I lived as a criminal on the streets. I had to learn to handle my own, it was learn or death. When I joined Argentine Intelligence I learned even more. A body can also be used to allure and seduce. Just like Irina, just like Sydney. Beauty can be a weapon. Perhaps one of the most effective. People love beautiful people and men especially, tend to let their guard down, usually letting their pants do the thinking. Many men have met their untimely deaths that way. And if not death than ruin. When I have nothing else I will have at least that.

In the few instances where I was captured without gun, knife or use of my body, I have had to rely on my mind and words. Quick thinking has allowed me to get ahead of the game. They usually think of me as inexperienced, dumb even. That is a fatal mistake. I have a high IQ, and besides that, I have experience. Sometimes I speak in Spanish, letting them think I know no English. Sometimes it backfires, just pissing them off even more. But sometimes it buys me time. Other times I speak in riddles or appear to give them all they want. Fools. So Easy to believe what a tortured person says. When alone with a man, I usually start pointless conversation—hours even—letting my calm demeanor, smooth accent and light flirting to lull him into comfort. It is then that I take my action. Steal a gun, kick, punch, fight. From there it is usually pretty textbook as far as what happens in the spy business.

Gun, knife, body, mind and words. These are my weapons of choice.

Muse: Nadia Santos
Fandom: Alias
Words: 530
Challenge for: July 2004
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Predetermined? [May. 21st, 2005|12:57 pm]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |depresseddepressed]

"Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?"

I never believed in things being predetermined until now. One person changed my view. One person that crosses the boundaries of time and haunts us still—
Milo Rambaldi.
I can’t help but think we are all connected; his destiny, my destiny, Sydney’s destiny, our mother’s, my father’s—everyone’s.
I am his Passenger, the direct conduit to Rambaldi himself. Sometimes I wonder if that is my sole purpose. If that was what I was born for…but then I remember the Prophecy: The Passenger and the Chosen One will fight to the death. Only one of us will survive. Only one. Even Rambaldi’s symbol (< O >) foretells Sydney and my fate: The outside is us, two daughters of Irina. The circle inside is the object which is fight over… It frightens me. It haunts me. I have dreams—nightmares, rather—about us fighting each other. Killing each other. Sometimes it is I holding the gun, finger on the trigger with her expectant eyes sadly looking into mine. Sometimes it is the other way around. And for what? What would drive us to that point? We still do not know. We’re just strung along, blind to it all. Does my father know the purpose? Sometimes I wonder. He would do anything—even inject me with potentially toxic proteins—to get closer to Rambaldi’s end. In a trance I wrote messages, words, phrases, keys to unlocking another key. Another door. But what next? Does anyone know? I don’t like the fact that my life—and death—is foretold. Who would? To know that, I The Passenger (of what I still wonder), may die fighting my sister. I try to get the best out of life now, when it is relatively calm and happy, before the battle begins. I try to learn more, to understand the goal, the purpose of me, of Rambaldi, of the world. I try to keep hope…that things will turn out right, that things aren’t always as they seem. In the end that is all there is: Hope.

Muse: Nadia Santos
Fandom: Alias
Words: 337
Challenge from: December 2003
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"Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true.... [May. 21st, 2005|11:36 am]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |awakeawake]

"Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?"

I would definitely say being too gullible. In my line of work that’s a straight ticket for death. You always have to question, to ask, to think things you may not want to believe. When it comes to missions and the job it doesn’t bother me, but when it comes to my personal life it does. Who likes to question their own father? Their own mother? Their own sister? No one does. I hear Sydney talk of how bad a man my father is, how there is no way he can change. It hurts to know she hates him so. The man I see is different than the one she talks about…but is he? Those thoughts only come into my mind in the very darkness of the night when sleep refuses to come. I know I can’t believe everything I see, everything I hear—that would be a mistake, but I don’t like to think my family is not what they appear to be. The greatest thing was finding them—to know I had a sister, a father, a mother—it would be devastating to find out…but it would be devastating to be played like a fool. My trust, my love twisted and betrayed. It’s happen before, Roberto Fox, is a good example. After him I vowed never to be a fool again. So even though it pains me so, I must ask those questions to myself under the cover of darkness when sleep refuses to come...

Muse: Nadia Santos
Fandom: Alias
Words: 247
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So it begins... [May. 20th, 2005|09:18 pm]
Nadia Santos
[Current Mood |okayokay]

My name is Nadia Santos.
Daughter of Arvin Sloane and Irina Derevko.
Half-sister of Sydney Bristow.
Girlfriend of Eric Weiss.
Rambali's Passenger.
This is my journal.

I never knew them until now; never knew I had a family. People who cared. People to care about. You see I grew up in an orphanage. It was a dark time for me; no child likes to think they are unwanted. But what else could I think when there was no one there? I spent my days and nights alone (for the most part). There were a few friends I talked with, but they never filled that emotional void... I escaped the orphanage one night. I never looked back. I never looked forward either. I spent my teenage years as a criminal. Life on the streets was hard and I had to be hard as well. I trained my mind and body, used my skills and assets to further myself. Assault. Theft. Burglary. One-hundred-and-thirty crimes. One-hundred-and-thirty times I escaped the inevitable. I began to think I was invincible. I wasn't. I was arrested when I was seventeen. It was then I met Roberto Fox. Argentine intelligence operative, a rogue agent, lover, and Judas. I killed him, shot him on my own for his actions. I would do it again if presented with the oportunity.
Recently I have learned it was William Vaughn who brought me to the Orphanage that fateful night out of KGB hands, blood-stained and afraid. As a follower of Rambaldi, he died saving my life. Besides learning I was the Passenger and key to the Rambaldi Prophecy I have joined my father's new task force. APO: Authorized Personnel Only. At first I was reluctant. I wanted to live a peaceful life in Argentina, but after I helped rescue Sydney, I couldn't resist the offer. I told Syd that I have always been alone; it was true. I always have, but now I am part of a team. It makes me happy. For once. Getting to know my father and Sydney is a plus. And there is Eric as well. He is a great man, I care for him more than any other man before. He's just so cute, so understanding, and kind. We complement each other, I think. My life is complicated, but for now things are making some sense....
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