ooc; if anyone wants me to reply to an open as Marie or Yukari, lemme know!!
ooc; if anyone wants me to reply to an open as Marie or Yukari, lemme know!!
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Dug her grave? Hardly. Trish wasn’t that mean, not at all the time. Perhaps she was a bit intimidating because she didn’t smile much? Whatever, she hadn’t noticed, and it didn’t completely matter to her if people thought she was nice or not. Nice people got stepped all over, one had to assert themselves with some sort of authority, you know! But perhaps it wasn’t all bad that people constantly asked her directions. It meant that she looked trustworthy, right? That she looked smart and that she knew something. Yes, looking at it that way, the whole thing wasn’t as irritating as it previously was.
Trish sighed, shaking her head and hoped to come off in a slightly less intimidating manner as she replied to the girl.
“Really, it blows my mind that this school doesn’t even bother to give their students tours of the school or something. So many of you are lost.”
“It’s no problem, signorina, I can show you. I’m not really doing anything.”
She noticed the girl taking a second look at her and her outfit, and knew that she wasn’t judging her. No, the look in her eye was more one of admiration, and already, that put her in a better light in Trish’s eyes. Perhaps this meeting wasn’t too bad after all. She wouldn’t offer to carry her bags for her or anything, but she could certainly show her the way to her dorm room.
“My name is Trish Una, and I’m from out of the country as well. Naples, actually. It’s nice to meet you.”
“If you follow me, the girls’ dorms are up this stairway over here. What’s your dorm number?”
Ah…had she asked the wrong thing? The woman had seemed rather irritated at the fact that the school had no business with new staff and students. ‘Just let the veterans handle it’. Maybe that was what they believed in…? Regardless, the young woman sighed and began to complain of the same thing Marie had been wondering about.
However, the pinkette decided to compromise. She had agreed to assist Marie since she hadn’t really been doing anything. Not many were busy, now that the brunette thought about it. She took the offered help with open arms and smiled at the young woman.
“My name is Trish Una, and I’m from out of the country as well. Naples, actually. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Naples… that’s quite a while away from here. It must be exciting there!”
Cultures from around the world always interested Marie. She had always been eager to learn new customs and such. Even if it came off as intimidating to other people. She just couldn’t help herself.
“Ah my room number is… J-1. “
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[There was a word for this - the present, the atmosphere, the everything. Quite what it was, specifically speaking, however, was less easy to determine. One may dare say that determining the single word (or, at least, a single word) that could be aptly given a voice here was beyond less than easy to do, but was, in fact, difficult - and yet one would only be incorrect to say so. The bewildering thing about reality was that the desired word - he was sure of it - was in plain sight, on the tip of his tongue… Whichever appropriate idioms humans were fond of these days, he no doubt silently applied them to the situation. In and of itself, the search for this one word was itching at him, niggling - irritating, even.]
[…Actually, that was probably the closest he was going to get to a definitive word: irritating. As damning as openly acknowledging so much would be, however, the dour-faced musician at least had the grace to bear in mind the fact that this - these bustling halls and thriving courtyards (whatever) - had hardly been sprung upon him. Not entirely: an absurd choice it was, without doubt, to have come here in the first place, but it wasn’t the volition of another that had landed him in current circumstances; in that frame of mind, personal motive for having crossed a border (both figuratively and literally, if only in part in the case of the latter) still remained very much a mystery, prefer as he did to be able to admit otherwise. Then again, that wasn’t anything new, by any stretch of the imagination, and very nearly did he decide to once again force the blame for things having taken the path they did on sheer impulse.]
[Believing so much would never get anybody anywhere, though. Sadly. Case in point, that he felt duly inclined to mumble by means of parting with a word or two of disgruntlement in fact seemed to hinder matters - goodness, the noise of life altogether did little (if anything at all) to help, let alone the internal noise of his own thoughts. Considering all aspects of the present, then, perhaps it should come as no real surprise that he found difficulty in moving from point ‘A’ (namely the entrance gates to this…’Tancho Academy’) to point ‘B’ (namely what he hoped to be something of a sanctuary from all— all this).]
[Given that something crudely akin to courage had to be mustered up prior to an approach of any sort, desperation - no matter the specific extent - must have settled in at some point or another. His gaze would flicker from passing face to passing face almost as if in the vain hopes that somebody would come to acknowledge his affected look of disorientation; the subsequent absence of success, as one may expect, brought views to change tact. Resolute in posture as ever, even in spite of himself, immediately after that final acceptance did he finally sacrifice dignity and openly seek the help of another. Student or teacher, he wasn’t one to care: the sole thing that mattered in the moment, as far as the male was concerned, was finding as quiet a place as possible in order to first gather his thoughts into a coherent pattern. Ambitious, arguably, but there was little else to be done.]
❝…You’ll have to forgive my sudden approaching - for which I duly apologise, needless to say - but I assure you it’s all in order to pose one query, and one query only.❞
[A pause. Had he still the capacity or need to do so, he would have drawn a breath as to steel himself for conversation. Oh, all this was verging on the humiliating: already had he started to become the sort of individual whom he would pity for having lost their path.]
❝Where may one find the staff dormitories?❞
The amount of freedom the girl had now shocked her a lot. It hadn’t been that long ago since she had been in the Rite. One by one, she had to watch her new found friends fall by the hand of her dear loved one. Her brother….a child… a mother. They all had their lives snuffed out by him. Darwin. The rage she felt while he had killed her brother was unbearable. She felt such stinging hatred, and that even tore her apart. Why would he do that…? Eventually, she came to terms and understood that he had been controlled by Amon to kill her brother, and guilt-tripped into killing the rest.
There was a point where her neck was at the tip of Darwin’s blade. She had…also died that day. Lessica was the only reason why they were all able to get a second chance, and she had to lose her life for it. It tore the girl apart. She never told her companions, but that had been one of the big reasons why she took time off at Tancho. She wanted to forget everything that happened. Absolutely everything…
❝…You’ll have to forgive my sudden approaching - for which I duly apologise, needless to say - but I assure you it’s all in order to pose one query, and one query only.❞
…? Marie turned her back and spotted a man. He was rather young but still looked too old to be a student. Maybe a teacher? What did he want with her though? By the looks of his clothes, it seemed he meant business and business alone. Perhaps this was her chance to distract herself from the suffocating thoughts that rose in her mind whenever she was alone.
“Yes? What is it that you need? I’m be more than happy to help, sir.”
She let out a small smile as she heard him out. A teacher was lost as well? Well, that wasn’t any good. After her run-in with Trish, Marie understood why the young woman was in an irritable mood. Well…partly. She didn’t mind the amount of people asking her for directions but she did mind the fact that the school board was too stubborn for tours or even a decent directory. She’d take this to the student council meeting later.
“The staff dormitory… Ah, if you follow this path, she shouldn’t be that far off from there.” She pointed at the path to the left of her. She remembered this way while she walked to her math class. The staff dorms were pretty close to that building. Maybe she’d walk him here just in case… Ah, yes, a better way to take her mind off of memories like The Rite.
“I can walk you there if you’d like.”
“I would be more than glad! I do need some help setting up the classroom. I keep changing my mind on where to place all my stuff.” He sighed remembering failing to hang tiny flags on the wall. “Whenever possible just come by Miss…Ah! I didn’t introduce myself did I? I’m Antonio some prefer to call me Spain.”
“And you are?
“Oh, I’d be more than happy to help you in my free time! I’m sure I can find some time off.” Marie showed a gentle smile to the teacher as she watched him sigh. Setting up a new classroom must be tough. Ahh, with her help, it shouldn’t be much of a hassle.
“Oh! My name’s Marie. It’s a pleasure.”
ooc; ok so i actually have the freedom to sleep tonight so i’m gonna
g’night!! i’ll reply to spain tomorrow
“Uh~ My friend speaks a lot of French. I know only a bit though.” He smiled again this time remembering his old friend whom he hasn’t spoken to in a while. “Yes, I teach Spanish Cultures. You are always welcomed there.”
His friend…? Maybe he or she could tutor her at some point. She learned languages quickly, but she did always have a rather thick accent. It was a big embarrassment to her.
“I’ll stop by whenever I have some free time. Maybe I can even assist you around the classroom? Since I don’t have Spanish Cultures on my schedule of course.”
Trish didn’t get it.
Today alone, she’d been asked by at least 3 students where the dorm rooms were, where the cafeteria was, where the library was. Was it really so hard to take some time and get to know the campus? She already knew it pretty well, and it had certainly saved her a great deal of trouble by now.
And yet, there were still people walking around hopelessly lost.
“Idioti, stanno solo perdendo il loro tempo…”
She mumbled to herself as she continued to walk Tancho’s halls, even then taking note of where things were. The one thing she still hadn’t managed to find was her locker, but that was likely because of how big the school—suddenly books were strewn out in front of her, and Trish stopped just in time to avoid falling over them.
“What is your prob—ah.”
She calmed down when she noticed the offender was a girl, probably no older than she was. She was simple, but there was something about her that Trish found very calming. She was very pretty, that was one thing she noticed, and she seemed very nice. She’d have to make sure to keep Mista away from her, for her own good.
“It’s fine, no harm done.” Trish said as she bent down and picked up the books, handing them back to the girl.
“What did you want to ask me?”
It seemed at that instant, Marie had dug her grave. The girl seemed to be grumbling to herself, perhaps from a past bad experience… It certainly wasn’t Marie’s place to be intruding on her problems, but she couldn’t help but worry. Ah… what if she was irritated because many people had asked her for directions…? She’d only be doing the same anyways! It wasn’t as if that was all Marie wanted from the young woman in front of her. She wanted to know her name as well.
She felt as if this whole experience was familiar. Right, yes. Lessica. Books sprawled all over the ground reminded her of the reading she would do in her spare time during the Rite. Lessica soon joined her after the two began to harbor a relationship of sorts. Then, all too sudden, Lessica had sacrificed herself to save them all. Her heart grew heavy but now wasn’t the time to mourn.
“Well, I needed some…directions to the girls’ dorm. I’ve been carrying these bags all day and I’d really like to find my room. If you’re too busy, it’s alright… Um… I never did get your name.”
Marie donned a sheepish half smile as she received her books from the young woman. Upon closer inspection, she had a very unique hairstyle and outfit. How exciting! The elaborate designs of fashion weren’t something she could enjoy, especially during the Rite. She was all too worried for the future. Sometimes…the amount of free will and tranquility Marie had was intimidating.
“I’m Marie Crichton. I’m a senior, transferring from out of the country. What’s your name?”
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“Hola! Are you here to learn Spanish?”
“Oh… Haha, no. My schedule says French so… But I’d like to learn many languages. I find them all so interesting.”
Marie nodded, satisfied with her answer.
“My name’s Marie. Are you a teacher?”
Feet propped up on the handle of her Vespa and a cup of ramen in her hand, Haruko coasted across the campus of Tancho Academy. Steering with her feet. But for a change, she wasn’t traveling at the speed of light. Instead, a legal speed! A speed others were comfortable with! Of course this change of routine had nothing to do with the comfort of other students, but rather for the safety of her noodles, which she slurped up with pure delight. The rest of her purchases rustled noisily in a grocery bag, its contents being more ramen and juice, on the floor of the scooter as she drove on.
It wasn’t often the alien could enjoy a good snack and go for a ride at the same time. It was a brilliant idea and she had to applaud herself. But not now. That would cause her to drop her precious noodles. These in particular were chicken flavored. Not the best brand, she’d treated herself to better kinds before, but good enough to suffice. The wooden chopsticks clacked together passionately as she ate. A woman and her ramen, an unbreakable bond. That is, until the unguided Vespa made contact with something. Or as it seemed, someone. Although the vehicle had only been creeping along, the impact was enough to slosh some broth out of the bowl, sending it traveling over her boots and, you guessed it, right onto her victim.
The girl failed to watch where she was going. She had been too focused onto the schedule crumpled in her hand to take any precautions into mind. She was too busy wondering where her Calculus class was…and her Orchestra class…and all her other classes.
Oh, this was a mess. But not as big of a mess as she could’ve been in, right?
Nope.
Some kind of motorized vehicle driven by some hooligan made its way into Marie’s chest, where she had been holding her schedule and her textbooks. The impact made her recoil and fall on the ground. Not only was her schedule destroyed and her textbooks trashed, she had also been drenched with…chicken broth. She grimaced in disgust and pain as she looked up at the culprit, who’s mouth had been agape the whole time. What a mess; this wouldn’t do. She was sure Orlando and Darwin would laugh at the whole ordeal when (and if) she ever told them, but all she felt now was a blunt pain in her chest.
“Ugh… H-Hey, watch where you’re going! You spilled your lunch all over my head! Not to mention destroying all of my belongings…”
