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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Oct 29, 2010 16:45:57 GMT -5
Francis just arrived at school. He gazed up at the building. It was pretty big. Bigger than his old one in France. It looked better too. It was rather modern. And there was a garden. A beautiful one. Francis couldn't wait to take a walk with a beautiful girl there. Ah dieu- zat would be nice.
He wondered what the people would be like here. He was excited to meet new people. Especially the pretty and cute ones. This year was going to be absolutely great. Though he was going to miss France for sure. He had everything there, friends and family.
The Frenchman sighed deeply. Then he mentally slapped himself, this wasn't the time to get feeling homesick. He looked up at the sky as the sun shone bright in his face. Maybe this was just going to be the best year of his life? He smiled softly and looked back at the entrance.
He then noticed someone struggling with their luggage. As a real gentleman, Francis walked over to the person and offered his help. "Bonjour, can I help you with zat?" He said smiling kindly and looking at the person.
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Oct 30, 2010 14:52:46 GMT -5
Ivan still couldn't get over how warm it was!
Of course, there were other lovely things as well. The building was very nice and very big, much nicer and bigger than any building he had stayed in ever before. And the plane ride had been very exciting! He had seen the tops of the clouds, had seen them almost close enough to touch, and had seen the ocean from the sky! Everything was all so amazing and wonderful!
But the best part was definitely still the warmth. He hadn’t been this warm in what seemed like forever! Hmm, now that he thought about it, he probably had never been this warm in his whole life! Summer in America was so, so hot, it was almost uncomfortable. He probably looked strange with his heavy coat and scarf still on. Maybe he would take off his coat later. But not his scarf, of course.
Making his way up the steps with heavy luggage was more difficult than he expected. Carrying one suitcase in one hand and trying to drag the other rolling one behind him was not working so well. Ivan shifted some of the bags on his shoulders, but the rolling bag still didn’t want to go up the steps. There was no sign of a handicapped entrance nearby. Maybe the front entrance was not so well planned.
Preoccupied with his luggage, Ivan didn’t notice the Frenchman until he spoke. He turned around in surprise. “Ah, yes, thank you!” He smiled at the other student. He looked very friendly, and he was offering to help him, which was a very nice thing to do for a stranger. “Help would be very nice, yes?”
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Oct 30, 2010 15:21:40 GMT -5
Francis returned the smile. "You're welcome~ " He looked at other boy. He was bigger than him and probably older, but he couldn't quite guess it. He didn't look American at all, Francis wondered where he would be from. Maybe from somewhere around East-Europe?
He looked a bit better now, noticing the boy had pretty nice hair. It seemed really soft. He had somewhat hold back the urge to go through it with his fingers. His eyes matched his hair perfectly, the Frenchman noticed.
He then noticed something odd. Why was this boy wearing a scarf and such thick coat, well it seemed warm to Francis, with such weather. No wonder he was struggling with his luggage. He was probably heaving trouble with the weather.
"A-ah yes, well I'd be more than glad to help." He said snapping out of his thoughts as he smiled kindly. He helped the Russian get the other suitcase on the steps. "Je suis Francis, by ze way, and you?" He asked as he pushed the door and holded it open for the other to enter.
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Oct 30, 2010 16:08:05 GMT -5
Ivan walked through the door. People here were so very nice! Perhaps he could be friends with this person? He seemed very friendly, after all. He was clearly French, telling from his accent. Also, he wore very funny clothes, very, ah, how did you say…gaudy, yes? Yes, that was the word. Still, that was not so bad!
He lugged the rest of his luggage through the door. The front entrance hall was very grand with it’s high arched ceilings and big windows and little reception desks. The air in here was cooler, but not too cold, and it was very nice after the uncomfortable heat. Ivan set down his luggage and moved to take off his heavy coat, completely missing the Frenchman’s funny gaze on him. There, that was much better! Now he would not be too hot anymore. It was a lot easier to appreciate his surroundings when he was more comfortable like this.
Ivan was brought out of his reverie by the other student’s introduction. So Francis was his name! “Oh, yes, thank you for your help again! I will be sure to remember you, Francis! I am called Ivan Braginski. It is very nice to meet you!”
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Oct 31, 2010 10:54:38 GMT -5
Francis followed the Russian inside. It was was big hall as expected from a school as big as this. It looked rather deserted. He had only met a man, who went aheady of him to bring his luggage to his dorm room and this student so far. He wondered where the rest of the people were.
He glanced around the the hallway. Luckily it was a bit cooler inside. He watched the other take of his thick coat and Francis did as well, take off his coat as well. He started to wonder why the other however kept the scarf on.
Maybe he thought it look fashionable? Was it a trend, Francis did not know of? Impossible, he knew about the latest fashion, he was French after all. Still he wondered, though shrugged it off. The guy was probably just a little weird.
He smiled kindly back at Ivan. "A-ah it was nothing." He told him and nodded. "It is very nice to meet you too Ivan." Judging by the name and accent and those clothes, Francis guessed that the other was from Russia? Or something in that area. "Shall I help you carry this to your dorm room?" he asked politely. Francis had time to kill anyway and was always more than glad to help others.
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 1, 2010 21:12:12 GMT -5
Ivan blinked. “Ah! Yes! I almost forgot, yes?” He grabbed one of his bags and began rummaging through it, looking for the packet with all of his information about the school. After not finding it in that bag, he began to sift through his jacket pockets. Finally, after some minutes, he extracted a battered, folded up packet of papers. Ivan flipped through it, looking for his room information.
Judging by the last names, the first person on his list – roommate, he corrected in his head, these people were his new roommates! – was probably of Polish descent. Perhaps, if the person was actually from Poland, they could talk about how much they missed Eastern Europe! That would be very fun, he thought! The second name was more difficult to place. It sounded perhaps British, but many people in America and all over the world had British surnames because of that silly empire business. Hopefully, he would be a nice person and not like typical British people with their loudness and their drunkenness and their bad taste in food. “Hmm, it says I am in room 107 with a person named Feliks £ukasiewicz and another person named Arthur Kirkland!” Ivan glanced up curiously. “Do you know these people at all, maybe?”
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Nov 2, 2010 13:45:35 GMT -5
Francis smiled softly at Ivan. He had the feeling they were going to be good friends. Ivan was nice, a tad strange, but nice. He watched him as he seemed to look for something. Probably the paper of where his dormroom was.
Ivan took out a paket of papers and Francis watched him closely. He titled his head. He had never heard of those people before. One sounded definately Brittisch, the other Feliks, he couldn't place it, probably form east Europe.
Slightly shaking his head in reply. "I'm afraid I have never heard of them before, I have just arrived myself here as well." He took out his own papers out of his pocket and checked his room information. "Mais, I see your room is close to mines, I'm in room 101, with Gilbert Beilschmidt and Lien." He stated and put his papers back in his pocket. "I wonder what kind of people they are." He said more to himself.
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 2, 2010 20:56:09 GMT -5
The Russian sighed. ¡°Ah, well it would have been nice to know what they were like, yes? But this is nice too because I get to meet new friends!¡± Making new friends was always fun! Like this Francis person! Francis was very friendly, he thought. ¡°And we have rooms near each other! Maybe we can visit each other a lot, yes?¡± That would be lots of fun!
Suddenly, however, a strange change came over Ivan¡¯s features. His eyes grew icy, and his friendly smile widened into a manic grin. ¡°Hmm¡I think I am not hearing you correctly¡I think you are saying that you share a room with someone called Gilbert Beilschmidt?¡± He remembered the silly German very well, yes¡but he didn¡¯t think that he would ever come to the same school as him! He wondered if Gilbert still remembered him. He probably did! After all, they had so much fun together¡His fingers twitched, as if wanting to wrap around something. It was too bad that the silly airport security and customs would not let him bring his pipe with him! Ivan had very fond memories of that pipe¡and he was sure Gilbert did too, of course! Unconsciously, the Russian began to murmur, ¡°Kol kol kol kol¡¡± under his breath.
((Purposeful font color change is purposeful! >.>))
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Nov 3, 2010 3:03:47 GMT -5
Francis nodded. "Yes it would." He looked up and smiled brightly. "Dieu- zat is a bien idea, non? I 'ave the feeling, we are going to be good friends, oui?" He was happy to have made his first friend already and that after just arriving. Okay the Russian looked a tad scary, but that was all.
He slightly titled his. "Ah oui, I said, Gilbert Beilschmidt, You know this Gilbert?" He asked him curiously. Though it was clear the other did. The way Ivan was reacting on the name, the finger twitching. That didn't mean any good.
Francis wondered what kind of person could change Ivan from smiling to this. Maybe this Gilbert had been a mean bully to him in elemantary school? Hmn...zat would make sense. He was still curious to find out what was with this Gilbert. Slightly imagining a sort of crazy psycho, but shrugging it immediately off. Those things only happened on tv series and movies.
(Ooc: you sure have fancy signs like: ¡°±)
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 4, 2010 16:59:41 GMT -5
Ivan beamed at Francis, but the happy expression still contained a hint of cold insanity behind it. ¡°Ah, but yes, I am knowing Gilbert Beilschmidt very well! I met him some time ago back in Russia!¡± And hadn¡¯t that been a memorable experience. Ivan giggled at the thought. ¡°He is very loud and very, ah, how do you say¡perhaps proud is the word? He is a very, very fun person, I think! But not all the time. Sometimes, he would get very angry and start acting very bad, so I would have to hit him with my pipe!¡± This did not seem like it would be a strange thing to say to him. It was the truth, after all, and his dearest older sister had told him to always tell the truth!
Yes, Ivan would have to be sure to find Gilbert! He missed his old friends very much, after all. And if Gilbert was here, then perhaps his other friends would be here as well! That would be very, very nice indeed, he thought. It would be just like old times with all of them together in a very big house, except even nicer because it would be warm and sunny here in America!
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Nov 5, 2010 9:05:53 GMT -5
Francis nodded slightly and listened to the Russian. He felt chills ran down his spain. Getting the feeling that the other wasn't that all happy and smiling. He just awkwardly smiled back. "A-aha~I see, he sounds rather interesting." He said a bit nervously.
He didn't quite know how to react on the Russian's personality. The Frenchman decided to just be nice and smile like always. "Bon, shall we head to your room now, oui?" He asked.
(please forgive me for my lame and short post ;n; )
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 6, 2010 22:06:47 GMT -5
Ivan was startled out of his remeberances of old times by the Frenchman's voice. "Ah!" He had to think for a moment about what Francis had just said. "Oh...oh, yes, of course! Hmm, I think rooms may be this way, yes?" He pointed down a hallway where several doors were lined and began to make his way in that direction.
When he got to room 103, he pulled out the key he'd been given at the check-in building. For a moment, he struggled to orient his bags so that he would be able to open the door. Finally, he managed to turn the knob and step inside his room for the first time.
It was a mid-sized room, with four beds shoved into different corners. Each corner besides the furthest one had been decorated to its owner's tastes. One was decked out in bright pink and shiny posters of the latest movie stars. One was in bright red and yellow, and there was a definite tomato theme going on with the sheets. The other looked rather dark and scary, and a Union Jack hung in the corner. Ivan wondered which corner belonged to which person on his list.
He made his way over to the empty corner and turned back to Francis. "Thank you very much for helping me again! I think I am done, yes? Perhaps we will see each other later!"
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Post by FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ on Nov 7, 2010 16:44:37 GMT -5
-20 minutes earlier-
The blonde dragged his feet and his two heavy, pink duffel bags up to the door labeled "103." He dropped his luggage, causing a minor tremor, and pulled a key out of the pocket of his white skinny jeans. (He didn't know how he was able to shove them in the front pocket in the first place, those pants were tight.) He fumbled with the handle for half a minute, having a little difficulty with unlocking the door. Finally, he prevailed and threw the door open, heaving his bags through the doorway before closing it behind him.
Feliks noticed two of his new roommates had already shown up, and by the looks of it one was British. He smiled a little to himself. This is totally awesome! I've always wanted to go to England, it's like, totally the most stylish place ever! the feminine boy thought, tossing his bags on the bed near the one with the Union Jack sheets. He wondered what his dorm mates were going to be like as he pulled a mass of hot pink fabric out of one duffel bag. These were his absolute favorite bedsheets and he could never sleep in the plain, boring white ones the school provided.
After the painstaking task of making his bed, he pulled out his posters from home and got underway with tacking them to the wall in his little corner. Lady Gaga, one of his favorite American singers, as well as Gosia Andrzejewicz, and Miley Cyrus being some of the faces looking out at the dorm room. Along with those were some pictures of himself and his self-proclaimed fabulousness.
-Back to the present-
He just finished rearranging his toiletries and multitude of grooming tools in the bathroom when he heard the click of a doorknob turning. The Polish teen looked up into the mirror over the sink and fixed his hair; first impressions were everything. He gave himself a once-over, then opened the door from the bathroom into the room itself.
Feliks poked his head around the corner first, then slowly stepped out to introduce himself. The first thing he noticed was the thick scarf around the boy's neck, the second his remarkable height. He had to admit, he was intimidated for a moment but attempted to keep his cool and smiled.
"H-hey," he started to get his new roommate's attention, "I-I'm Feliks...Like, are you in this dorm?"
ooc; There is a slight plot hole with Feliks seeing Francis then not knowing who he is during the food fight, but I'll just pretend Feliks forgot him. xD He is a little bit of a ditz, after all. <3
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Nov 8, 2010 1:57:44 GMT -5
Francis nodded. "A-ah oui~" He followed the Russian towards his room. Having reached room 103, he returned him the bag. He peered inside the Russians room. It was a little mix of everything. He wondered if Ivan was rooming with a girl, judging by all the pink. No wait- he hadn't heard a girls name on his list.
He figured that Arthur's, which sounded quite Brittisch, was the one with the Union Jack vlag. The other were Antonio.... sounded spanish non? And Feliks... that could also be a girl's name, right? He wondered what kind of interesting people they were.
He looked at Ivan. "Ah, you're welcome, it was nothing." He said smiling. He then suddenly noticed a girl shyly peeking. Speaking to the Russian.
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 8, 2010 21:45:41 GMT -5
Ivan nodded again to Francis before turning to find a girl looking out from the bathroom. Hmm, that was funny; he had not seen any girl's names on his list of roommates! Perhaps this was one of his roommates' girlfriends? Ivan almost laughed. How naughty!
But, when he looked more carefully...no, it was not a girl after all! It was only a boy dressed up in girl's clothes and with painted nails and make up! Well, it was a very easy mistake to make, he thought. But he had said his name was Feliks, and that was not a girl's name.
"You are...ah..." Ivan checked his room information again. "Feliks £ukasiewicz, yes?" He smiled in greeting. "I am Ivan Braginski! I am in this room as well! I am hoping that we will be very good friends!"
Although, now that he thought more carefully about it...the name Feliks did sound a little bit familiar...did he know a Pole named Feliks? Maybe he did and he had forgotten? He had met a lot of people before. But he usually remembered the names of people he met because it was polite! Hmm, he had definitely heard of the name before, he thought. And it had definitely been attached to someone from Poland... "Hmm...do you think we have perhaps met before?" he asked curiously.
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