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Post by Iain Stuart-Kirkland on Dec 4, 2012 18:04:45 GMT -10
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:500px;background-color: #a39481; padding: 10px,true]YOU ARE THE LATEST ★ CONTENDER ★ YOU ARE THE ONE TO REMEMBER | | [cs=2] | [cs=2]Orientation - in truth, it's really something that one shouldn't be going. Not a lot of information is needed, most are obvious if one's a goody two-shoes. Well, it's mandatory, so might as well and not pay attention. Yet, having the vice-principle chuck an extremely thick book of rules at a student was amusing enough - perhaps the only amusing festivity for now at least. Fortunately for Iain Kirkland, he was right. There was more entertainment to be coming to him and he had just witnessed it with his very own eyes. It wasn't from a distance, it wasn't twelve feet away, but almost right in front of him. Best part: his brother was in the mess so it was like Christmas Morning twice in a row. "I apologize for bothering you. But I don't believe weapons are allowed in the school."
"I'm sorry, but I don't see how this concerns you."The ginger smirked and silently snickered to himself. He was standing away from all of the commotion, but had a good view of it anyway. This was certainly entertaining as he watched the exchanged between his brother and some student. Some student with knives that is. Yet, he wasn't afraid in all honesty. He probably faced worse when he got into fights before and trust him, the redhead was no stranger to having brawls and fights out of nowhere. Yet, before Arthur would actually do something, he left. Course, he wouldn't be brave enough to get into a fight with an armed person - argument really. Guess there's just one thing in common between them: men just don't want to get into arguments with women. They're like vicious beats - worst than venomous snakes or even big cats. Yet, Iain had no intention in starting an argument, rather yet - a conversation. After all, isn't that what one would do? Have conversations with other people? He allowed the girls over there to take a break with their conversation - like a little sign of a pause, until he clapped as he approached the table that had plenty of crackers, wee appetizers, and various other things... Flamboyance, it wasn't something Iain enjoyed when combined with his food. He looked at both of them - or rather, the space between them. He doesn't want to single one of them out really. "Sorry about mah dimwitted brother's stupid comment." Half true, one he wasn't sorry, two his brother is a dimwit. "Most of th' time, he doesnae know th' idea that only a weapon is deadly when its in actual use." It was clear that were was a Scottish or some type of Celtic accent in the way he spoke. He was good at acting - or so he claimed to be in all honesty. "The name is Iain Stuart-Kirkland - and trust me, I really don't have any intentions in asking you for a date." True, because he honestly wasn't really interested in a relationship at the moment. | | [cs=2] VILLAIN | YOU ARE THE | THAT SENDS HER | | [cs=2] |
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Post by Rena Carriedo on Dec 5, 2012 11:36:28 GMT -10
Rena looked at Iain, blinking. His accent was one she had never heard before, then again, that would be mainly everyone's accent beside her own. She didn't know what to say, but she finally spoke up. "Ah, you two are brothers? I would have never known without you telling me." She tried to smile, but was a little overwhelmed by meeting so many new people in one day.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Dec 5, 2012 11:42:23 GMT -10
Natalya was about to ask Rena another question when she suddenly heard an applause. She was a bit to confused as to why there was one, and why this strange red-headed man of all people was clapping. Then the man spoke. 'Oh, so this is that blond's older brother...' she thought. "...I'm Natalya, and this is my...friend Rena," she said, not bothering to even say anything about the chicken. The chicken didn't need to be talked about. It was there and that's all to it, nothing more and nothing less. The chicken didn't need to be introduced at the moment.
The Belorussian wasn't really what term she should use for what Rena was to her, so she settled with friend since it was the easiest thing to decide. "And that other guy was your brother? Hm, don't really see a family resemblance..." she went on, the last part spoken under her breath. "Well, just as long as he doesn't bother me again everything should be fine...." she said, wondering why Iain was even talking to her in the first place. Usually when guys approached her it was to either bother her or hit on her, and from what she could tell it wasn't going to be either of the two in this situation. Besides, this man did state he wasn't here to do the latter. For now she would tolerate him. Hopefully he didn't turn out to be as annoying as that blond Brit...
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Dec 5, 2012 12:54:09 GMT -10
Arthur felt anger coursing through his veins, and every part of him was itching to go fight. But it just wasn't right to fight a female in school of all places, even if she was slightly deranged. The only one suitable for punches was Francis Bonnefoy.
What Arthur couldn't deny was how things would have been different if he had been given a weapon. If there was a school knife around... well, he didn't want to imagine that. Perhaps he would have restrained himself. It had been nearly a year since his punk stage. Violence was never the answer.
Sighing and running a hand through his messy hair, he made his way towards the table. A snack would be nice. At the current moment, there seemed to be a Chinese eating a baklava. She seemed young, but mature. Perhaps she was in the same year as him?
"I think I've had you in... hmm... English last year, correct? Arthur right?"
That was all Arthur heard before his eyes widened. How did the girl know his name?
"I apologize, but I wasn't here last year... But yes, I am Arthur Kirkland. And you are...?"
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Post by Rena Carriedo on Dec 5, 2012 14:18:15 GMT -10
Rena glanced at Natalya, a bit shocked by the term used. She didn't think she'd be considered a friend already. That made her a bit more hopeful about making other friends, then the girl looked down at her feet. She really did not know what to say to this student, actually, she wanted to speak with his brother about how they could try to start anew, and truly start off on a good foot.
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Post by Iain Stuart-Kirkland on Dec 5, 2012 18:56:05 GMT -10
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width:500px;background-color: #a39481; padding: 10px,true]YOU ARE THE LATEST ★ CONTENDER ★ YOU ARE THE ONE TO REMEMBER | | [cs=2] | [cs=2]He finished his introduction, and the first to reply was the latino looking girl. Mentioned about not looking like brothers... Well, that's acceptable at least. The closest thing about these two physically was their somewhat thick eyebrows and those green eyes of theirs. Those green eyes - a trait shared by most Kirklands, from their father no doubt. "Very understandable - we are... half-brothers after all. Perhaps it's fur th' best seein' how we like tae be at each other's throats." Understatement - they weren't at each other's throats, they were in each other's faces. One wrong word and a whole living room can be turned into a war-zone of verbal insults and some... more physical 'activities'. It was actually quite an accomplishment for the father to contain these children and their violent antics... Especially during their pre-adolescent when things were truly... 'violent' to so say due to one of them finally fighting back. "... I'm Natalya, and this is my... friend, Rena.""Judgin' by th' colour an' words of yer pins, ye all must be third years." Yes, wonderful dull pink - an ironic and appropriate color for third years. He himself would be starting as a third year here... shame, he would only spend half of his high school life here. Shame, he would have liked to spend all four years of his life here - why? It would have been a very interesting thing in life. A lot of places would probably be impressed that he went to Accademia Mondiale - despite the fact that the family used their influence and money to get their way in. "Please be easy on me." Okay, even the ginger himself felt like that was stretching right there. Please be easy on me? Well, guess that's what new students or even members to a club would perhaps say to those who has been there for longer than he has - literally. It's the first day of school - aside from moving in to the dorms, moving some things to fit his likes, the clothes he has - a lot of preparation especially when someone is trying to sneak in romance novels so no one would know his dark secret. "Well, just as long as he doesn't bother me again, everything should be fine..."Yeah right, Arthur hates losing. There was probably no way that the blond was going to back away so easily without doing something about it sooner or later. It was for only the fact that he was a reformed 'gentleman' that he wouldn't have actually fought with Natalya. The boy hates losing and he would actually like to prove himself that he's on top of everything... Yet Iain made no mention of this to them. They don't need the information and it was information that the redhead don't like either. They hate each other but they know each other too well on what they might do. He took a short glance at his brother at another refreshment table, though that glance was more of a glare, until he looked back at the two ladies. | | [cs=2] VILLAIN | YOU ARE THE | THAT SENDS HER | | [cs=2] |
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Post by Mei Linh Wang on Dec 5, 2012 20:34:16 GMT -10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/stripuee.png); border-left: 5px solid #3C434A; border-top: 3px solid #3C434A; border-top-left-radius: 120px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;] I AM LEAVING, THIS IS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE IT'S RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I CAN TASTE IT, IT'S MY SWEET BEGINNING AND I CAN TELL JUST WHAT YOU WANT ❝ YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE TAGS Arthur, anyone who wants to butt in. Oh dear, well that was always embarrassing. Then again, there were a lot of British folk around this school (as with most international schools), and so it was understandable. But still, embarrassing! What do you do, Mei, what do you do... Oh yeah, nametags.
"Ah, sorry, mistaken you for someone else, I'm no stalker! Your name is on your name tag, you see? I'm Mei Linh Wang, nice to meet cha!"
Wait, that was still awkward. Her officially printed name tag stated "Maysilee Wang", so... Well, let's leave that for questioning.
"Quite brave of you to even try to reason with that girl. Those Eastern European types don't seem to have an easy time integrating here. After a while, you just ignore their strange ways." Mei informed the newcomer. Of course, she did have a friend on the Eastern European side who happened to enjoy photography, but even that girl had some issues. But let's not scare Westerners, shall we?
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Dec 6, 2012 12:46:33 GMT -10
'I'm guessing he's a third year as well....' Natalya thought as she replied, "Yes, we are." She glanced at the chicken again. She was for that 90% sure that it was staring her down. 'Don't be crazy....' she mentally told herself as she looked around. Why would a chicken just stare as if it was plotting your demise? Really, that was just insane.
The Belorussian wasn't entirely sure what she should say next. She didn't want to get into another fight so soon after the first one. She somewhat glanced down, seeing...some kid run under the table. By the looks of it she could tell it was a spirit, and one that seemed to be rather...wet. 'Poor thing...must have drowned...I wonder if there's a lake or river nearby...' she thought, her gaze now at where the kid disappeared. Whatever any of the two might have been saying, she didn't catch it since she sort of spaced out. She was too curious as to why the ghost-child hid under the table of all places. 'Perhaps he's playing hide-and-seek with someone?' she wondered, tilting her head ever so slightly.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Dec 6, 2012 13:09:09 GMT -10
Arthur looked away before speaking. He felt a little embarrassed for acting shocked. After all, there were name tags... he supposed it was his fault for forgetting about them. With that, he looked at Mei Linh's name tag, only to be a little confused.
"It is nice to meet you as well, Mei Linh."
Arthur was curious about the name printed on her name tag, which read "Maysilee." But it would be impolite to ask, especially when Mei Linh had asked a question. Perhaps it was a nickname.
"I never found the Eastern Europeans intimidating. I was merely worried for this school... after all, the semester didn't even start, and there was a student pinned to the wall," he explained.
And it was true. Arthur was worried, despite anger being his dominant mood.
"I do not mean to stereotype, but do many of these Eastern Europeans possess a weapon?"
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Post by Rena Carriedo on Dec 7, 2012 12:47:03 GMT -10
Rena looked back up, smiling. "Ah, so we might end up in the same classes, the three of us. That might be good, to know others in a class, si?" She glanced over at Natalya quickly, then back at Iain. "If you don't mind me asking, but I'm quite curious as to where you are from."
Chica stared at Natalya from the Dominican's arms, ruffling her feathers a little every now and then. She then looked at Iain.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Dec 7, 2012 12:56:20 GMT -10
Natalya continued to stare at the table, curiosity filling her as each second passed. 'Perhaps...just a quick peek....' she thought, wanting to kneel down and lift up the edge of the tablecloth. She tilted her head when the kid crawled out and ran off, being followed by another child. Though, this one was just drenched in blood. 'Looks like this place isn't entirely safe...' she thought, staring after them. She was still tuning out the conversation, though she wasn't exactly aware of it. She blinked and found herself catching the last word of Rena's sentence. It was a bit obvious that she was a kind of lost, but she just waited until she got some idea of what the conversation was about.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Dec 7, 2012 13:01:56 GMT -10
Tino looked around as he entered the auditorium, surprised that he didn't get lost in a school this big. He wasn't always confident where he was going sometimes and, therefore, he would find himself somewhere he didn't need to be.
Of course, it helped with the fact the there were signs almost everywhere to tell someone where they would need to go. He saw a few of the students in there conversing with each other and enjoying the food that was set out, much to the Finnish man's delight.
Food was always something he looked forward to, especially after a long trip. He glanced over at the students conversing off into one side so he decided the leave them be for the time being. The food was the first thing on his mind was the food.
The blond smiled as he casually walked over to food. However, as he was only two inches away, he found a slightly slipperier spot than the rest and his foot gave out from underneath him.
"Uwaah!" he yelled with surprise before crashing into the table, knocking it over and spilling all of the contents onto himself and the floor. Plates shattered and utensils clattered against the floor all at once. Tino groaned a bit, lifting the table off him with one hand (which was impressive since the table was rather heavy) and sitting up.
Well, that was a great first impression (though he hadn't even met anyone officially yet). He looked down at the food that now smeared his outfit and sighed. He ruined the well made food on the table and, most likely, his first chance of actually being able to talk to someone normally. Tino's outfit was a bit sticky and streaks of condiments ran down it.
First day of school was not turning out all that well. Sure he was a second year here, but that didn't mean much at the moment. It's not like anyone could tell anymore what year he was with the color being covered with the food.
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Post by Mei Linh Wang on Dec 8, 2012 7:28:10 GMT -10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/stripuee.png); border-left: 5px solid #3C434A; border-top: 3px solid #3C434A; border-top-left-radius: 120px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;] I AM LEAVING, THIS IS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE IT'S RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I CAN TASTE IT, IT'S MY SWEET BEGINNING AND I CAN TELL JUST WHAT YOU WANT ❝ YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE TAGS Arthur, anyone who wants to butt in. Heh, he did look a bit confused when he looked at the name tag. Of course. That happened last year. That was very much expected. Even if she bugged both the Headmaster and Vice Headmaster and the Nurse, they wouldn't change her name tag for nicknames, even if she argued that "Mei Linh" is not a nickname, but a former legal name. The reason? "Well, if we did that, we'd have to do that for every student, and knowing some of the students here, they would create tomfoolery of the name tag business and ask us to type something inappropriate in nature, like 'Suave' or 'Five meters'"
"It's... a pleasure to meet you as well, Arthur."
What is up with this guy and politeness? Then again, most Brits she ran into at this school were either very polite... or they were wankers and gits and jerks. She should know. She's technically a Brit by citizenship.
"Heh, you've never seen the Eastern Europeans at our school, then. Since Headmaster Vargas handpicks all his students, or gets bribed or whatever, the poorer Eastern European countries tend to have stronger and more... interesting people than how we Western Europeans are. Because usually the Westerners are the ones with the money and not the talent."
Oh dear, hopefully she just didn't confuse him with her including herself as "Western European", but her somewhat British accent from living in London for the longest time must have an impact, shouldn't it not? There's such thing as immigration.
"I do not mean to stereotype, but do many of these Eastern Europeans possess a weapon?"
She had to think about this one for a while.
"I believe it depends on what your definition of a weapon is. Would you include cooking utensils, breasts, self defense, and plumbing as weapons?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Dec 10, 2012 13:06:57 GMT -10
Arthur shifted from one foot to another while waiting for his response, trying to make as minimum movement as possible. The Chinese seemed to analyze the situation a bit before speaking.
It was after a while that Arthur found himself confused once again. ...Had the girl just described herself as a Western European? She did seem to have a slight accent, but Arthur assumed it was mistaken. Perhaps it was not...
Eventually, the contents of what the Chinese said confused Arthur to no end, and he decided to ask without much restraint. His curiosity was begging for answers.
"If it is not too rude, may I ask-"
Crash! Arthur whipped his head and spotted a Finnish on the floor, food all over him. The poor lad.
"If you may excuse me for a while, I believe I should help him."
And Arthur sighed, grabbing several napkins before heading the Finnish's way.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Dec 10, 2012 13:20:18 GMT -10
Tino sighed as he started picking up the shattered dishes since he couldn't find a napkin that wasn't ruined from the crash. He would just go to the bathroom once he was done cleaning up. Of course, he probably should have just went to ask someone about getting a mop or something, but he really didn't know who he could ask to do that anyways.
The Fin placed all of the shattered shards into a pile, hoping to get all of them together so no one would step on them. Well... at least it wasn't all bad, right? Of course, he didn't even notice the Britain walking towards him since he was focused on what he was doing.
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