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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 4, 2010 15:38:18 GMT
its a good life so why yall trippin the good life slippin away !
the sun was rising in the sky, and it seemed he was the only one out. the blonde twelve year old shifted a bit, uncomfortable and a bit nervous. school at sonnisle academy started tomorrow, and although he had been exploring the school and the grounds in the week that he had been here, the sophomore still felt a bit... lost. he slowed his pace down, looking over at the lake before sitting on the floor, immediately feeling his dog crawling over and half lying across his lap. the blonde boy kept his eyes on the lake, though he started to stroke the golden labrador's flank with a nervous glint in his eyes before he looked up, resting his hand on his dog's shoulder. the sun was quite low, so he assumed it must have been around... seven thirty in the morning. he blinked a few times before sighing and playfully shoving his dog off of his lap, earning a small annoyed look from the canine animal.
i assume that everyone are late sleepers on sunday, or they don't come around here this early in the morning... well, i am an early bird, and i like my alone time in the mornings... the greek boy thought to himself as he suddenly flopped back on the ground, ruffling his dog's fur as he stared at the sky, which was just about starting to lighten. he sighed and blinked a few times, wondering what to do. there were a few places he hadn't explored yet, mainly the midnight forest, but as he turned his head to the side, the young boy could sense an ominous aura coming from there, so he didn't want to go there, or too near it... it just felt like something bad would happen.
the greek sat up, legs outstretched and leaning back on the palms of his hands. surely the forest wasn't haunted like some of the rumours said? the twelve year old shifted nervously. sure, there might not be such thing as ghosts, but there could be... what about the times when people were in a supposedly haunted place, with a dog, and the dog started acting weird? canines were rumoured to have a sixth sense, and the soon-to-be regular assumed that it must be an ability to sense otherworldly things, though it was probably different for each breed of canine.
/what am i talking about, zale?/ the young boy suddenly whispered, catching his dog's wandering attention. he smiled before picking up a twig that was by him, and lifted up his arm. the golden labrador immediately sprung up, tensing his body as he waited for the blonde male to throw the stick. his smile widened a bit as the new student threw the stick over towards the lake, his dog immediately running after it and darting into the lake, starting to swim and search for the stick that lay upon the waters.
virgil cast a glance back at the midnight forest. no, there was no way he was going there without zale and someone else. he was brave, but not that brave.
TAGS} open.
WORDS} five hundred and thirteen.
NOTES} chease. :3
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Post by sandywhiskers on Feb 4, 2010 17:31:16 GMT
The decorative gravel crunched gently underneath light footsteps, as a tall slim Year Eleven walked along near the lake, enjoying the sunlight on her back and the quietness of the grounds. Glancing round, she noticed a young blonde boy throwing a stick for a golden labrador. Strange, she was usually the only one out this early. He must be new. With a slight shrug, she walked over slowly, so as to make sure she wasn't intruding. "Er... hi," she said, shuffling her feet slightly, realising she was quite a bit taller than him. "I'm Kathryne, a Year Eleven here. Are you new?"
Kathryne Fuschilia;; 112 words;; muse is pretty strong;; she just pops up everywhere, yeah? |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 4, 2010 18:42:33 GMT
the year eight looked back at the lake, watching his dog grab the stick and swim back to him... sort of. once the dog's paws hit the ground of the lake, the dog started to jump and frolic around around in the lake water, throwing the stick and going after it, barking loudly. virgil let out a small chuckle before he heard footsteps coming towards him. he blinked a couple of times, turning his head and seeing a brunette haired girl standing near him. virgil blinked a few times, sitting up properly, noticing that she shifted her feet a bit as she greeted him. the twelve year old was about to say a reply before she said something else. a year eleven? talking to him? virgil blinked a few times before he went to respond to her.
"um, kalimera," virgil blinked a few times, speaking in his first language, which was greek, before he went to add onto that, "i am new, yeah. i'm virgil, and i'm going to be in year eight..." obviously, the blonde male spoke in a greek accent.
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Post by sandywhiskers on Feb 4, 2010 19:15:38 GMT
A look of confusion crossed her face when he first spoke; she held no knowledge of the Greek language, not even a few words. Slightly relieved when he continued, she saw he was slightly bewildered why she was talking to her. Sitting a little distance away, with her arms wrapped around her legs, she explained, "It gets kind of lonely when I just walk along here. The rest of the people are sleepyheads." She smiled. "It's good to see another person who just likes to wake up at a normal time."
Notes;; 99 words in-character, lol. |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 4, 2010 23:24:13 GMT
virgil shifted a bit, turning slightly to face the year eleven, a half nervous look in his eyes. a small smile flickered on the twelve year old's face. "we always wake up early in greece, because the majority of us love the sun," the blonde cast his bright blue gaze over to the lake and his dog. maybe he and this kathryne could be friends... it would be useful to have an older student as a friend. "i always went to sleep before most of my family though... about nine pm i went to bed, and then i somehow wake up at five am in the morning," small pause. why was he telling her this? it did feel like he could trust her completely... it was the look in her eyes, trustworthy... "i woke up at four am though today. guess i'm just nervous about tomorrow," tomorrow was when school started, and he was going to have to get to know all of his teachers, as well as his time table and whatnot...
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Post by sandywhiskers on Feb 4, 2010 23:35:03 GMT
"So you're from Greece? Cool. I always went to bed early, too, and got up really early. All my friends would be texting me through the night, trying to make me talk to them. But, I guess that's what your silent button is for." She smiled. When he made his comment on being anxious about the next day, she paused, thinking of her first day in Year Eight. "It's not as bad as you think it is. Trust me, Virgil. The scariest thing is being able to pluck up the courage to ask your classmates something! And, as for your timetable and whatnot, you'll have it written down somewhere." Scrambling in her pockets, she drew out a crumpled piece of paper. "See? This is my Year Ten one. It's only all messy because I lost my original. Anyway," she continued, "you'll be fine, and I'm sure a clever boy like you will have no problems getting along with teachers and such." Kathryne's gaze drifted to the lake, watching Zane chase the stick. She smiled slightly again.
187 words;; very strong muse;; i love roleplaying as kathryne! she's very like me <3 |
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 5, 2010 17:15:55 GMT
when she asked when he was from greece, virgil nodded a bit, before smiling back at her. they seemed to have quite a bit in common, so it seemed certain that they would be friends. not as bad as he thought? virgil blinked a few times before nodding a bit. it was difficult to pluck up the courage to ask a classmate something, especially if you were shy and not all the class members were friendly. angling his head a bit, virgil looked over to the piece of paper that kathryne had pulled out, which was supposedly her year ten lesson schedule. well, obviously it would be written down, just in case he forgot any of his lessons, but he had a good memory, a very good memory.
"i suppose i will get along with the teachers... i get along with most older people," pause, "so, what teachers are at sonnisle academy?"
NOTES} you'll have to mention leonhardt jones, an english teacher and secretary. he's often quite friendly... quite like ianto jones in torchwood. (: xD
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Post by sandywhiskers on Feb 13, 2010 14:55:09 GMT
The brunette year eleven paused, thinking. “Well, there’s an English teacher. Mister Jones. He’s alright... then there’s Miss Cortette, an Art teacher. Ugh... I can’t remember a thing about school. It’s all poofed out of my mind over the holidays.” She chuckled slightly. “You’ll find out when you start, anyway. You should see all your teachers over one week, Monday to Friday, I mean. There’s only a few really mean teachers, so again, don’t worry.” Kathryne’s brown eyes shone, happy that she could help the new year eight. “And if you’ve got any problems, ask me! I’ll look out for you in school.”
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Post by */ virgil kristos on Feb 13, 2010 17:54:38 GMT
  
{ it's a good life }
{ so why y'all trippin' }
{ the good life slippin' away }
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mister jones? english teacher? virgil frowned a little. he had met this mister jones, but didn't know he was an english teacher. the blonde year eight thought he was just a secretary. well, there was always a surprise in life. he chuckled with kathryne, glancing over to his dog, who had dropped to the floor a couple of metres away, dripping wet and holding the stick in his mouth. poor labrador looked tired out... virgil looked back at the year eleven, nodding a bit. he couldn't stand mean teachers, especially mean history teachers. he always fell asleep in history back in greece, and one year a teacher gave him an afterschool detention just for falling asleep. he narrowed his eyes at the memory before remembering he was still in the company of someone else. he looked back at her, nodding.
"i'll do that. nice to know there's someone to look out for me," virgil had a small friendly, wolfish grin on his face.
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• TAGS/ open; kathryne fuschilia.
• WORDS/ 162.
• MUSE/ bad at first but got better.
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