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Post by julie rin hideaki on Dec 29, 2010 10:26:56 GMT -5
Julie wrote down her number hastily and handed the paper and pen to OJ.
"Now that everybody's here, where shall we go first?", she asked enthusiastically. Julie couldn't wait to see what was in all those stores, waiting to be bought. It was even a bit irritating being next to her when she was like that, but the only thing that would calm her down was getting into a store.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 29, 2010 15:03:36 GMT -5
OJ only halfway listened to the conversation the girls were having. He was too busy looking at Miss Junko. He was really quite helplessly head over heels for her, he realized. He didn't want to call it love yet- that would be foolish. But this was the first time he'd ever let himself feel something for another person besides amiableness. He was caught up in these new emotions, that much was for sure. The sad thing was, he didn't know how to stop himself.
When the paper got to him, he hastily wrote down his number. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he wrote down a time: one o'clock. Folding it so none of the girls could see it, he handed the paper back to Miss Junko. "That's all of us. We'll keep a close eye on Veronica, don't worry." He gave her a smile and then turned back to his group.
"Let's just walk around," he suggested distractedly. It didn't really matter to him where they went.
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Post by onora dare anderson on Dec 29, 2010 22:39:12 GMT -5
Nora was twisting the end of her braid in her fingertips and craning her neck around, trying to get a better look at everything. She'd heard there was an old church here, too, which was really incredible. At home, she was all but saturated in Gothic Revival, but the chance to see an actual Gothic building was thrilling. Nora could feel her eyes growing round at the prospect, then shook her head and smiled. Even her mother would be laughing at her for her nerdy fascination with the Old World.
When the red-haired boy caught her eye, it almost shocked Nora--she'd nearly forgotten that there were other people there. She didn't jump, not quite, but gave him a tremulous little half-smile before she recovered from her surprise and offered a genuine grin. She delicately picked her way through the miniature crowd. "You wouldn't happen to be Rene-Marie, would you?" she inquired politely, her French accent quite passable, though not native. "I'm supposed to be joining my group... but..." she trailed off, realizing that if the strange boy turned out not to be Rene-Marie, she'd have made both of them uncomfortable. She forged on bravely: "I actually don't know any of my group-mates." She paused. "Not yet, anyway. But I'm so excited to be here!"
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Post by rene-marie henri lablanc on Dec 30, 2010 0:21:05 GMT -5
As the girl approached him, Rene's smile only grew warmer. As for her question? He nodded and offered his hand. "That I am. If you'd much prefer, I don't mind just Rene. I must say, your pronunciation is tres, tres bien," he replied, giving a chuckle soon after. "Have you studied French for very long or. . . are you just a natural at it?" He glanced about before he turned his attention back onto her. He couldn't wait to go around this place, do some shopping, just. . . enjoy the day. And she said she was excited? He knew the feeling far too well himself at the moment.
However, that could wait. After all, they all needed to keep in contact with each other and share numbers, didn't they? Thus, he took out his cellphone, offering it to her. "Quicker for you to enter your own number in, n'est pas? But. . . if you don't mind me asking so many questions all at once. . . which of my group mates are you? Makes it easier for me to search for your number, after all."
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Post by onora dare anderson on Dec 30, 2010 1:03:55 GMT -5
"Just Rene?" Nora accepted his extended hand in her little one and gave it a quick, gentle shake. "Oh! Neither, really," she said as she pinked, a little embarrassed about his compliment on her French pronunciation and unsure of how to explain herself. "My dad owns a French bakery back in the States, and I spent a lot of time there as a kid. Most of the chefs were French, so I can track a conversation pretty decently, even if my vocabulary is mostly culinary." She smiled again, reflexively, and wrinkled her nose up. "So I suppose one might say that I absorbed it rather than learning it."
She gently removed the phone from his hand and held out her pale blue, spangled one for him. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself," she apologized, focusing on the screen as she carefully typed her name out one-handed. "I'm Onora, or Nora, if you want to save a syllable. Most people do. I don't mind." She triumphantly finished entering her number and offered his phone back to him. "So, group-mate, what are you interested in doing today? I confess I want to visit the bakery for my sweets fix, but there's so much else to do!"
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Post by rene-marie henri lablanc on Dec 30, 2010 1:57:42 GMT -5
He gave a nod to confirm. "Just Rene. I. . . learned quickly to adapt to most people thinking it's two names regardless. That and Rene is much quicker than Rene-Marie." As she spoke about how she became familiar with the language and such, he let out a small chuckle. "I'll assume Parisian over Quebecois, but. . . still. It's good to know more than one language."
He took her phone when she offered it, murmuring a 'Merci' to her as he did. And just as she entered her name and number, he did the same. "Whatever you prefer. Onora or Nora. . . it's the same to me. A syllable isn't too long." Another quiet 'Merci et voici' as he took back his phone, returning hers at the same time.
As for what he wanted to do that day? "Visiting the bakery does sound like a good idea to do at some point. . . maybe shopping as well? Or. . . go wandering, take pictures. . . I'm good with doing most anything."
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Post by noelle sini forrester on Dec 30, 2010 14:56:49 GMT -5
Noelle, having dozed off for a while noticed two of her group members chatting; a small, slight girl and an older boy with outrageously red hair. She walked up to them, and although she hadn't talked to either of them before, was pretty sure that the boy was Rene-Marie, and the girl, overheating their conversation, was called Onora.
"Um...hello." she said meekly. I don't think I've talked to either of you guys. My name's Noelle."
She honestly needed to stop being so shy around new people, none of them were going to hurt her. She'd been worried at first that everyone else would have known each other, but these two appeared to be in the same boat. To think, she'd been so excited about this trip, and had even been saving up a fair bit of money just to buy something memorable. She wanted to see new things; make new friends and memories today. Noelle hoped one of her group members had a camera, or perhaps she could buy a disposable one from her friends. She really needed to save up and buy her own.
XSo what did you guys want to do today?", she asked, smiling a little.
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Post by onora dare anderson on Dec 30, 2010 19:47:19 GMT -5
"Then Onora, if you please," she said with great solemnity, then ruined the effect with a rueful smile. "If only because it kind of cracks me up to hear my name spoken out in full. My parents thought they were so very creative." She accepted her cell phone back and slipped it into her coat pocket. "And no, none of the bakers were Quebecois. Canadian French is quite different from what's spoken in France, I've heard, but I imagine the basics are pretty similar."
Wandering was, for better or for worse, one of Nora's strong points; she'd been known to mill about the Victorian school for hours on end, finding nooks and classrooms that she didn't know existed. Shopping, on the other hand, was a dangerously seductive activity, and something she had been craving since her arrival on the isolated campus. "You're a photographer?" she started, when she saw a dark-haired girl with remarkable cheekbones come up to them. "No, I don't think we've been introduced," she said, and, noticing Noelle's meek tone, tried to soften her own a bit. "I'm Onora. Or Nora. Depending on how much time you like to waste on an extra letter." She pulled her cell phone back out of her pocket and held it in Noelle's direction. "Want to put in your number, just in case?" she asked. "So far our ideas on what to do are wandering, shopping, taking photographs, and... um... eating. Though maybe that should come at the end." She hoped that her stomach wouldn't growl. "What have you been hoping to do?"
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Post by noelle sini forrester on Dec 31, 2010 5:51:18 GMT -5
Noelle tapped her number into Onora's phone, hoping that she wouldn't get lost anyway, though knowing how engrossed she often got in some shops, she probably would.
"Well, I was thinking the exact same thing as you guys.", she replied to Onora. "Shopping, wandering and photography. I can't remember if I've ever been to Colchester before so I can't be any more specific. I heard there's a great antique shop, I'd love to go there."
Noelle hoped there was an art shop in Colchester; she needed some more watercolour paints and paper. Sitting down in the art room painting was a favourite hobby of hers, especially when no one else was there.
She replied to Onora, "If there's an art shop, I'd like to go there, because I need some paints and paper. But don't take me to a bookshop; I'll be there forever and won't come out!". She gave a small laugh, knowing that was the truth, she could get engrossed in any book. Glancing around, she noticed most of the other groups were about to leave to wherever they wanted to go. It was nice to see everyone so happy and carefree for once.
"So shall we head off then soon? Where do you want to go first? We could get some snacks from the general store, but it's your choice too.", she asked.
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Post by rene-marie henri lablanc on Dec 31, 2010 16:32:15 GMT -5
Ah. Another group member. Rene turned his head as she spoke, giving a slight bow to her as she introduced herself. "Salut, Noelle. Don't think I've met you before either, mais. . ." With a shrug, he continued. "That's alright. More fun getting to know each other, n'est pas? I'm Rene-Marie, but. . . as I told Onora, if you want to just say Rene, I'm fine with that." And just as he had done with Nora, he offered the young woman his phone so she could input her own number into it. Again, he found it much easier than someone telling you their number.
Speaking of Onora, he shook his head at the question of if he was a photographer. "Non, non. I'm used to the other side of the camera. I do carry one on me, though. . . use the timer and pose for my own shoots.” He took out the camera in question. Small one, digital and red in colour. Nothing professional, it seemed, but better than none at all. “So, should we say it's a definite option?" He asked the other members of his group. After all, both of them seemed to be in favor of the idea, as well as the others he had said. Which was a good thing: Better to agree than disagree with your group, right?
Noelle's mention of being unsure of having been here before was something he could relate to. "I've never been here before myself, either. This is. . . actually my first year living anywhere in Europe so. . . I suppose that would be part of the fun of wandering,” he commented, giving a nod of understanding at the request to go to an art shop for supplies. “And if we find an art supplies shop, not a problem. I'm not much of a painter myself, but I'd love to see your work one day, if you don't mind. As for the bookstore. . .” He gave a small chuckle as well. “I can think of worse things than being absorbed in a book.”
Heading off? It sounded like a good idea. But where to was indeed a good question. “Perhaps get could get some snacks, and then wander. See what we find, if there's a shop we want to go to, if there's a place we want to take photos. . . see what we see, right?” he suggested. Made perfect sense to him, since he didn't think any of them were far too familiar with the layout. Still, he quickly added, “But. . . nowhere in specific, so if either of you had anywhere you'd like to go first. . . that's alright with me.”
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