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Post by FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ on Nov 11, 2010 23:45:37 GMT -5
The Polish teen recognized the nationality of the name and accent almost immediately. He wondered if the newcomer was an insane vodka-drinking maniac, a stereotypical Russian in his mind. But after seeing the boy's sweet, almost "baby" face and hearing his innocent way of speaking, the thought was scrapped.
The blonde smiled and nodded; it was difficult resist the cute naivety of the older. "Like, totally!"
He raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at the question suspiciously. The feminine male was positive he'd never met the other and wondered if the older student was trying to come onto him or something. He grinned inwardly, not finding that surprising, what with his incredible good looks. He concluded that it must have been the sequined tube top ((wait, how is that thing staying up? )) he was wearing along with his red and white barrettes.
Feliks reluctantly removed himself from his little ego-world and looked up at the Russian, the corners of his mouth tugging down in a thoughtful frown. "I...I don't think so. Like, sorry!" he shrugged and furrowed his brows apologetically as he responded. Then he actually wondered how the stranger could recognize him either by appearance or name. "What, like, did you think you knew me from?"
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Post by ALFRED JONES on Nov 14, 2010 9:33:37 GMT -5
Alfred Jones was very happy with how his room looked. Well, he was happy with how his corner of the room looked. Of course he had an American flag above his bed because, well, that’s what one of his favorite heroes Captain America would do. Said Captain was on blanket on his bed.
After one last look at his new bed he turned to go back into the hallway, a can of Coke in hand. It made a satisfying snap as he opened it. He tilted it to his lips to take a sip while his other hand reached up to push his glasses back up his nose. Glasses could be so annoying sometimes. Were those voices? He glanced over and saw that, yes, there were other people here.
One guy had blond hair. And one – was that a girl? And the last one was tall and was wearing a scarf. Alfred thought that was weird, but if he wasn’t hot wearing that…He felt like it was his duty to welcome them all here so he put on a bright, shining smile and walked over to them. “Hey guys! Welcome to the school! What do you think of it here? Do you need help with anything?” A hero always lends a helping hand!
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Post by FRANCIS BONNEFOY on Nov 14, 2010 11:27:32 GMT -5
(Ooc: Guys, you can just pretend Francis wasn't there and walked away after poland met Ivan, okay? )
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Post by IVAN BRAGINSKI on Nov 14, 2010 22:07:07 GMT -5
Ivan thought very hard about the question. He really didn't know! Hmm, that wasn't good! He really needed to remember people he met! Though...he really wasn't very sure that he had met the Polish boy at all, now that he thought about it...but that name, Feliks, it sounded so familiar! Maybe he was friends with one of his friends...
Suddenly, the memory fell into place. The Russian's eyes widened in realization. "Ah!" he declared. "I know now! Feliks £ukasiewicz, yes?" He smiled widely at the memory. "I have heard your name before from a very good friend of mine who is very good friends with you! His name is Toris Lorinaitis!" He grinned a little maniacally. So this was Toris's good friend, hmm?
Ivan was then distracted by the American in the hallway. He turned around in interest; he had never met anyone truly from America before! He saw the young blonde man with glasses and gave what he hoped was a friendly expression. "Hello!" he said cheerfully. "It is very nice here at this school, and in this country! It is much warmer than it is in Moscow!" He thought about the offer, but he did not need much help right now. "Mm, I am Ivan Braginski; who are you?"
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Post by FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ on Nov 16, 2010 21:10:46 GMT -5
When he heard the name, his heart skipped a beat. The Polish teen hadn't seen his childhood best friend in years and had absolutely no contact with him over that period. What were the odds that his new roommate was friends with his Liet? Wait...what? Did...I just think my Liet? I totally didn't mean that...I mean that as in, like, the same one. Not like, he belongs to me or anything.[/color][/i] Feliks waved the blush-provoking thoughts away, but the little high caused by news of Toris remained. He smiled up at Ivan, excited that he'd be able to hear about the Lithuanian from his "very good friend." The blond admitted that he felt a small pinch of jealousy, but pushed the insecurity from his mind; no one was a better friend to Liet than him! "That's like, totally the weirdest coincidence ever! Like, how is he?" He resisted asking "does he talk about me?" even though every fiber of his being wanted to know. Feliks batted his eyes expectantly until they were interrupted by a nosy American student. The Eastern European male looked the friendly native up and down and was a bit disappointed. He'd honestly hoped the American students would be more attractive. Wait...what? ((again)) I'm totally not gay! I totally meant the girls...Despite his conflicting thoughts, Feliks greeted him. "Like, I think I'm good. And thanks, America's, like, not as bad as I heard it was so far." He'd meant the statement as a compliment, not realizing one could take offense to it. -- ooc; xD Feliks is battling with his sexuality~ And he's losingHe needs a Liet to help him figure it out~ *eyebrow wiggle* *shot247204times*[/size]
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Post by ALFRED JONES on Nov 20, 2010 7:14:26 GMT -5
Alfred grinned wider and held out his hand to give Ivan a firm handshake. “Name’s Alfred Jones!” He turned to the Eastern European student and his grin fell. He wasn’t sure how sure how to take that. How could someone not love America?! A forced smile started to appear on his face. “W-What do you mean? America is totally awesome! We have…” He glanced down at his drink. “We have soda!” Alfred took another long sip of his Coke. “And soda is totally awesome too! And we have freedom. And everyone knows that’s awesome!”
Now he was back to grinning like before and turned back to Ivan. “But you think it’s totally awesome, right? Because it’s warmer than…uh…Moscow?” Okay, so Alfred had no idea where Moscow is. So he was really, really, really bad at geography. But this guy sounded…Russian? So maybe Moscow was in Russia somewhere. He just hoped that this guy backed him up. He seemed nice. But it would be kind of embarrassing if they realized that he had no idea where Moscow was. So perhaps it was time to change the subject. “So is this your guys’s room? Have you checked it out yet? I already got all settled in.”
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