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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 27, 2010 21:52:29 GMT -5
OJ smiled. "If it's Veronica you're talking about, then yes, I do know her." He ran his fingers through his rust red hair and stretched. His deconstructed shirt did nothing to hide the well toned muscles beneath. He felt good that day. He'd woken up extra early to go for a jog, and he was feeling plenty refreshed from it.
"Veronica and I were dancing partners in Miss Junko's studio. She's fantastic at it." He laughed. "She tried to teach me the rumba, but I ended up messing up tremendously." He smiled down at Julie. Already he was thinking of her as a sister of sorts. "Vivian's not so shabby either," he said, looking at her with a gleam in his eye. "What about you, Julie? Do you like to dance?"
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Post by violet rose pearson on Dec 28, 2010 8:49:38 GMT -5
Violet had fallen asleep on the ride over. That always happened when she was in the car. It had started when she was young, and used to get car sick. Sleep was her only defense. She didn't get car sick any longer, but she did still fall asleep in moving cars. She checked herself after waking to make sure that she hadn't drooled or left some other sort of mess on her face. Content to know she still looked great in her cold weather outfit, she caught up with the rest of her group. She caught up at the tail end of the conversation, they were talking about how well each other danced. "I saw Julie dancing in class, it was really impressive. She's a great dancer. Did any of you get dancing lessons before starting here at the school?"
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 28, 2010 10:42:18 GMT -5
Vivian smiled to Veronica and said: " I saw her dancing too. Quite exqiusite." She checked the time from her wrist watch and added "I've danced since i could walk. My mother loves dancing and has affected her daugther to do the same." Vivian sighed. Her mother was a great dancer. Her stye was so warm, loving and strong, and Vivian often wondered how she had became so cold when her mother was so loving. She quickly pushed the feeling aside and smiled again.
"Veronica, do you have any places you want to visit?"
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 28, 2010 21:45:17 GMT -5
Junko yawned as she got out of the carriage she had shared with the other teachers who were chaperoning. It was really too early for an outing like this. She doubted it would even be worth it. With one small quick glance at the village- hamlet was really the better word for it- she could tell that there would be nothing to amuse her here. There probably wasn't even a good mall for her to duck into.
Sighing from the soul, Junko looked at the list of students she was supposed to be chaperoning. The rules were rather loose; all she had to do was have the contact information of the kids in case of an emergency. Simple enough. With that kind of attitude, she could just sit in a cafe somewhere (hopefully this place at least had a decent coffee shop) and try to strike up conversation with some local hottie.
So who were the brats she was in charge of today? She skimmed through the list. Veronica and Vivian she knew from class. Julie, who was indicated as a first year, she wasn't familiar with.
... And Andrew.
With a satisfied smile on her face, Junko folded the paper and pulled a pen out of her clutch. She scanned the students who were milling around and quickly spotted the tall Asian. It looked like he'd already found his group. Hands on her hips, she approached the four of them. "Well, helllllooo," she greeted, drawing out the word playfully. "We're all familiar with the rules for today, I presume? Let's have it, then, cell phone numbers on the paper." She handed the paper and pen to Vivian first. "Make sure to write your name beside it."
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Post by julie rin hideaki on Dec 28, 2010 22:22:07 GMT -5
Were they being sarcastic? Julie knew she just couldn't dance, and had already accepted that. Maybe they were trying to be sympathetic...
She turned to the teacher that suddenly appeared with a piece of paper. Such big eyes!! Julie couldn't look at Junko without thinking that. She waited quietly for the paper, waving her head to the sides to make the bunny ears move.
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Post by violet rose pearson on Dec 28, 2010 22:27:22 GMT -5
Violet warmed at the group. She had wondered how this trip would go, but so far, she was really liking the way things were looking to go. She was about to answer Vivian's question when Miss Junko came over. She frowned at the question. The cellphone was an unfortunate side-effect of the trip coming here together as one person. If either of them had a cellphone, it meant that the game could be up. So neither of them brought one.
"I don't have a cellphone, Miss Princeton," she said with a disappointed tone. She hoped this didn't mean she was stuck with a teacher at all times.
Turning back to her conversation with Vivian, she said, "My mother started paying for my sister and I dance classes about three years ago. I've been studying almost daily since then. I love to dance. As for where to shop, I need to check the post office to see if my luggage from the airport was ever recovered. I also need to go to the grocery store for some supplies for, uh, my culinary class. I need more practice."
She said the last with a hushed, disappointed tone in her voice.
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Post by onora dare anderson on Dec 29, 2010 0:40:08 GMT -5
Nora was really quite excited for the trip--the chance to get off school grounds, even the ones she loved, was thrilling. She'd heard so much about the town and its shops, including the bakery. Going to other baker's shops always made her feel vaguely disloyal to her father, even if his was an ocean away, much too far for her to feel remorse about not buying her croissants from him. So she'd left parts of her breakfast untouched on purpose to save room for a delicious influx of carbohydrates. What Nora hadn't planned on was the carriage ride taking so long--she was terrified that her stomach would start audibly growling at any minute. Of course she had bundled up, and so was toasty warm, even in the chilly air of the town square. She straightened the beret which rested on top of her hair, neatly plaited into two four-strand braids, and looked around. She had been placed in a group with several students she'd never met, Noelle, Yuzuki, and Rene-Marie, and she wasn't sure what they looked like. How was she supposed to trade numbers with people she'd never met? Most vexing.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 29, 2010 0:58:01 GMT -5
Vivian quickly qrote her name on number down and handed the slip of paper and pen to Julie.
Nodding to Veronica she was feeling quite cheery. Colchester was a pretty little town and she had loved since she had first laid her eyes on it. And mabe in the evening she could go and help Ludvig. Vivian smiled to the thougth.
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Post by rene-marie henri lablanc on Dec 29, 2010 1:45:36 GMT -5
A soft smile spread itself across Rene-Marie's face as he exited the carriage. The forest they had gone through was gorgeous, and the town itself. . . just amazing. This all still seemed so surreal to him, after all. Sure, there were the older parts of the city back home, but. . . nothing compared to this. Not even close.
He glanced about, taking in the sights. 'This would be beautiful for a photoshoot. . . prints could definitely sell, and even if not, it'd be a good addition to my portfolio. Not to mention, I can't wait to see what they have in terms of baked goods here,' he thought. Another glance about as he stood by Noelle -- barely knew her, but they were in the same group -- before he followed her gaze to the sky.
". . . C'est a beautiful day, n'est pas?" he asked, trying to stir up some sort of conversation between them as he brought his head down to look at her. Of course, his accent slipped into his words, as did a bit of his mother tongue. "Perfect for a trip, don't you think so?"
He glanced to Nora as well, again, not a familiar face. Still, he was unsure if she was in their group, but she didn't seem to be with any others. So, Rene gave her a smile, hoping she'd come over to him so he could confirm it for himself.
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 29, 2010 3:44:48 GMT -5
Junko frowned. No cellphone? Didn't all teenagers have cellphones these days? What had the world come to? Junko remembered her high school days clearly; if a student, male or female, didn't have their own personal phone on them, then they just were not part of the social circle. They were the nerds, the outcasts, and the rejects. Veronica didn't seem like the type of person who shunned society like that.
Junko ran her hand through her ponytail, teasing it a bit. "No cellphone, huh? Well, I guess it's okay, as long as you stick with someone who does have one. You should probably invest in one for future use, Veronica. Not every teacher is as trusting as I am."
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