rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Feb 22, 2011 22:55:11 GMT -5
"Ah, hello Charlie! Good evening to you too. I didn't know you would be here also," she smiled brightly at the newcomer. She was giving the young man some points on dancing here and there. It made her happy to see another familiar face and she gave him a small wave. Her eyes travelled over his outfit, noting the cut and the quality of the silk. She was impressed, but definitely noted that he was somewhat over dressed. Most of they other students were dressed nicely, just not as nice as Charlie.
She pushed back her chair with a soft scrape and stood up gracefully. She pushed her chair back in to it's original spot before standing behind it. She was hungry, and her stomach might make some less than dignified noises if she didn't eat soon. She walked around to Viljo's seat and patted him on the shoulder. "There is nothing to be worried about, we've faced scarier things that that now haven't we?"
Travelling around to Charle's chair she stopped beside him to pose a question. "Charlie, would you like to accompany me in getting something to eat?" She hoped he would agree, she didn't really want to go wander off awkwardly and come back to be the only one eating.
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Post by charles william watson on Feb 24, 2011 5:48:26 GMT -5
Charlie smiled nervously at the other boy and took the outstretched hand hesitantly, "Pleasure. My name is Charles William Watson, but please call me Charlie." He noticed what the other boy was wearing - the neat bloomer shorts, black vest and ruffled blouse - and Charlie felt ridiculous. Suddenly, the red bow tie now seemed so out of place it might have well been on a clown's costume. He felt his cheeks go a little warm.
Rowan's familiar hazel eyes and auburn hair was a respite. The girl had wandered around to Viljo's chair, patting the boy on the shoulder and saying somethin reassuringly, before coming around to his own chair. Charlie started at the question, but responded a moment later, "Oh yes. Do, let's. I'm awfully hungry!" As he got up, Charlie tried to push the chair back with his leg and slipped and stumbled a little. Embarassing. He bit his lip and quickly regained composure.
Not sure what else to do in this situation, Charlie offered Rowan his left arm.
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 24, 2011 12:03:33 GMT -5
A boy--by the name of Charlie, Caitlyn soon found out--stumbled into the area. Caitlyn felt sympathy for him, understanding how nerve racking this must be for some. Caitlyn herself tried her best not to pay too much mind to the fact that this is a "group date," making her feel much at ease.
"Hello Charlie," Caitlyn said with a curt nod when he introduced himself. "I'm Caitlyn Emily Harrison. You can call me Cait." Or Lynn or Em. But she didn't say this, feeling that it would have been silly and redundant.
Rowan went around to Viljo's side to tell him not to worry, then asked Charlie the same question. It dawned on Caitlyn then that Viljo and herself would be left alone temporarily while Rowan and Charlie went off to get something to eat. Caitlyn suddenly felt a little nervous at this fact. She peered at the boy more closely, noticing his eyepatch. She wondered at this, but decided it was rude to ask.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 24, 2011 18:44:59 GMT -5
Viljo noticed that Caitlyn was looking at him and blushed a bright shade of red. It took him a few seconds before he could compose himself even after she had looked away. As Charlie and Rowan discussed going up for food, he decided he should make some sort of conversation.
He studied Caitlyn over for a moment and realized that he didn't recognize any of the outfit she wore. That meant she was either wearing something his mother had not exposed him to, or she had made it herself. Regardless of where the outfit had come from, he couldn't help but feel that it looked nice on the younger student.
"You look really nice today, Caitlyn." He didn't know if he should say anything more specific than that so he stopped himself from going further. Would it be rude of him to point out the specifics of what he liked? He'd need to ask Ricard about that at his next session.
"Do you know how this group date works? If we have to pair up, I'll pair up with you. Besides, it looks like Rowan and Charles are getting along."
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rowan anne hall
Fourth Year
eighteen years old
A rowan means mystery
Posts: 149
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Post by rowan anne hall on Feb 24, 2011 21:04:14 GMT -5
Rowan smiled kindly and took the arm that was offered to her. Her right hand delicately slipping her arm in his and letting her had rest on his forearm, pinkie slightly raised. Finally, someone else was hungry also! As they walked away, heels clicking quietly on the wood, she turned her head and looked up at him. "Have you been practicing your dance positions and such, Charlie? I hope you haven't neglected that"
They soon approached the refreshments table and food, she could smell fresh fruits and vegetables and was grateful she didn't wait to get food any longer.
-Rowan- leaves the area
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Post by charles william watson on Feb 25, 2011 1:48:03 GMT -5
Charlie wandered away from the table with Rowan. It was comfortable knowing someone here. But Rowan's question made Charlie blush and wince, "Erm, well, yes. Just a little. I haven't, well, been back to the dance hall. But I have been, erm, practising alone in my dorm." He looked at the ground miserably - he had clean forgotten about dancing. A sudden thought hit him - he might actually have to dance at this "group date" thing. Oh dear.
As they reached the food table, Charlie's eyes rounded at the sight of the food. Charlie swallowed and licked his lips.
-Charlie- leaves the area.
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 26, 2011 11:58:43 GMT -5
Caitlyn felt flattered by Viljo's compliment to her outfit. "You look very handsome yourself, Viljo. Your outfit has some unique touches," she said, referring to his eyepatch. She quickly regretted what she said, not having considered that maybe his eyepatch wasn't just a fashion statement... Still, overall he was very well put-together; something that wasn't going to escape Caitlyn's notice.
Caitlyn saw Viljo's face riddled with mild confusion, possibly from the event. It occured to Caitlyn that there were probably several people feeling slightly confused and nervous. Maybe she felt that way just now, but she couldn't accept that fact.
Viljo asked Caitlyn if she knew how group dates are supposed to work and that if they had to pair up, he would pair up with her. Caitlyn's cheeks reddened yet again at what Viljo said, but she giggled at his question. "Frankly, I don't know how this works. It's all so new to me, but I guess we are supposed to make of this what we can!" Quietly, shyly, she added, "I too, would pair up with you. I wouldn't mind it at all."
At that, previous thoughts of anyone or anything else dissolved in her mind, and all she knew was that she has brought her mind to this conversation, and did not let herself be preoccupied with thoughts of her mild crush on Skylar or her book. All she knew was that she was here to have fun, not bog her mind down with other things.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 26, 2011 16:20:45 GMT -5
He blushed furiously. He had never been called handsome before. Neither of his parents had ever said anything of the sort. None of the servants ever commented on him when he had interacted them. He didn't know how to reply to this compliment at all, so he just flustered and glowed bright red. "T-thank you, Caitlyn, though I didn't do anything to make it unique, at least not on purpose."
Viljo was a bit disappointed when she explained that she didn't know how this event was supposed to work. He noticed that she softly, and perhaps a bit nervously stated that she wouldn't mind pairing up with him. He wondered if he had accidently made it sound like he only wanted to pair with her because Rowan hadn't been there. That hadn't been the case at all. He needed to correct himself without being too obvious.
He reached across and took Caitlyn's hand. "As neither of us seem to know the rules, I declare us a couple! Now, I think we are supposed to take turns asking each other questions. Are you from England? If you aren't, I'd love to hear what your home is like."
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caitlyn emily harrison
First Year
fifteen years old
Oh my, look at the mess you've made of yourself now.
Posts: 60
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Post by caitlyn emily harrison on Feb 27, 2011 12:18:11 GMT -5
At her compliment, Caitlyn saw Viljo blush a bright red. Was he not used to getting compliments? It was possible. When he said that he hasn't done anything to make his outfit unique on purpose, Caitlyn got a clue that his eye patch was definitely not a fashion statement. She decided to quietly put that aside, not wanting to make Viljo nervous.
Viljo's face seemed a bit disappointed and even confused when Caitlyn said she didn't know what to do during a group date. Quite suddenly, Caitlyn felt the gentle touch of Viljo's hand once again and saw that he has taken her hand in his. Before Caitlyn had the chance to blush, Viljo declared them a couple, and instead Caitlyn smiled her most lovely smile. This young man was all at once adorable and charming, both traits that Caitlyn was very much liking in Viljo.
"I'm actually from Florida," Caitlyn said in response to his question. "It's quite sunny and mostly hot and humid. Not the best place to wear lolita," Caitlyn chuckled. "But the people from my town were all very kind and we always had tourists. It was always fun." Caitlyn's own hand began to lightly hold Viljo's hand, but something inside her held her back from holding Viljo's hand warmly and completely.
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Post by viljo erik tawast on Feb 28, 2011 11:15:09 GMT -5
Florida. The name sounded familiar. He tried to remember where he had heard it before. His home schooling had covered geography, but because of his father's business, Viljo's schooling had focused on Europe and Asia. He knew he should know this and he was going to be very embarrassed if he didn't. Caitlyn spoke English and seemed to do so completely fluently. So chances are, it was in the United States. But where? He just didn't know."
"Is Florida one of western states in the US?" he asked. "Its too bad the weather is too disruptive for wearing lolita all the time. I know in Finland it is very cold so I have to wear heavier outfits most of the time."
He felt a bit bad they had been talking so much about her. "Did you want to ask me anything?"
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