Ladafi
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Post by Ladafi on May 19, 2010 20:32:37 GMT -8
Cahlour smiled at her target.
"Yes, I'm a maintainer. I think you are as well?" Looking the boy up and down, a lightbulb went off in Cahlour's mind. She studied his face, taking the opportunity since his eyes seemed focused away from hers. Her mood may be off in some other dimension, but she still had her wits about her.
"Actually, I think we had some classes together. I remember your face," She grinned, and placed her hand down at the edge of her knee, her fingers overlapping onto his leg by a little.
Cahlour hadn't ever found interest in another Quellian, her fantasies often full of strong, human men, and had ignored boys all together in the academy. She had probably avoided Taran and all other Quellian men especially, often being remorseful for all she had abandoned at home, the life she could have had. But something about the atmosphere made something twitch in her stomach as she touched him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see Valerie, hovering over the Birzan, and now talking to a Minoan pilot.
Turning to the bartender, Cahlour nodded towards her glass, insinuating a refill. With the hand that wasn't on her and Taran's legs, she downed another large gulp of the liquid, and turned again to the Quellian. Her heart pounded, both out of anger at her predicament with Valerie - a thought still burning in her mind - and now, a little out of something she couldn't quite name.
She leaned inwards, as if to tell Taran a secret.
"So, Taran," She paused and grinned at him, her eyes gleaming in the small lights that hung over the bar. "Are you excited?"
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Post by IceCoffin on May 20, 2010 8:15:46 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar~
Valerie was quite enjoying the conversation with the Birzan, intrigued by him. He was certainly funny in a little-kid sort of way, despite the fact that he appeared as tall as she was, quite well-muscled, and attractive. But Birzans overall were muscular and attractive, so she paid this no mind.
After downing the drink a couple more times, and being reassured by the bartender that it wasn't actually poisonous, Alnair seemed to be genuinely delighted by the drink.
Good, Valerie thought, I could use some of that.
He answered her question with a big smile, "Oh, yes! Drink is called 'whiskey'! Isn't that cute?"
Valerie laughed, "Yeah, yeah it is. Ya mind giving me some?"
It was at that point that the large Minoan approached the two of them. He was rather intimidating, but Valerie wasn't sure how to approach the guy. Sometimes, Minoans could be a little testy- probably from years of slaying Giants -or whatever they're called- on Minos. Minoans, as far she had heard, lived a life just about as hard as hers was growing up.
“I tell to you now what I have told to Sol,” he said, pointing down towards the person that Valerie figured was Sol, “my English is not so optimal. I hope you are not too revolted, however I try.”
Valerie's ears stung a little at the sound of his voice. It wasn't his English really... it was the pitch. There was something to his voice that rattled her ears a bit. She shook her head, rubbing her left ear, and figured she'd get used to it.
She tried to acclimate to the Minoan's speech as he spoke with Alnair, and after that, he turned to her, “Ah, and you are called Valerie! I am Nasch’ka.”
Then, he... bowed. Though surprised, Valerie was more concentrated on not butchering his name.
“I have heard some things about you,” he said.
Valerie then grinned. Ahhhh, so he must have heard about her actions in the field! Yes! She pumped an arm victoriously, Jackpot! Finally, someone I can actually talk to!
"Yeah, I bet ya have some things," Valerie said, still grinning.
"Me and my boys... hehe. Squad 125, I'll bet, is still out doing my work- taking names and kicking ass. I just want to get the hell outta here and back to them, really. Can't stand this Big Five stuff."
She shook her head, this wasn't the time to complain. He was interested in her past exploits, ready for war stories. And Val was compelled to tell them.
Valerie momentarily turned away, and toward the bartender, "Hey, Barkeep! I still want that beer! Or whatever the kid's having over here!"
Shifting her attention back towards Nasch'ka, Valerie relaxed, "Right, right... So, what have you heard exactly? Come on, I was Captain. I can give you a story like none you've heard before."
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Post by turkoizdog on May 20, 2010 14:54:59 GMT -8
"Yeah I am..." Taran said. But then she said that they had classes together and he couldn't help but look back over at her. "We... were?" Taran hadn't been very social during his time in The Academy, especially not with the girls. After all, he had joined to forget about girls. Or one girl in particular, anyway.
"Oh yeah, we were! I remember now." He said. When Taran was forced to socialize, he chose to do so with the other Quellian guys, as he could relate to them. He didn't see Calhour around much, but he definitely remembered seeing her in class a couple of times. It just took a while for his mind to make that connection, since she looked so different in what she now wore compared to the uniforms they had all been stuffed into in The Academy.
Taran was getting thirsty again, but instead of ordering juice, he chose a blue Quellian mixed drink. The bartender finished Calhour's drink before making Taran's and handing it to him. Taran took a sip. Quellian mixed drinks were odd. This one was strong and spicy, though to the untrained eye (anyone who hadn't lived on Quellia, or at least didn't know about Quellian drinks) it would look like your average Blue Hawaii.
Taran put his drink down in time to see Calhour do the same. He wasn't sure where to turn the topic of conversation now, but by the look on Calhour's face, it appears that she did. She leaned in close to him and he began to wonder if she was going to tell him something. Instead, she asked a question. Was he excited?
Wait, excited? About... being in the Big Five? Well what else would he be excited about? Having a beautiful Quellian woman so close to him... leaning towards him...
"Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't expect any of this... I'm kind of the newbie in comparison to most of the others..." Calhour's words were speaking of one thing, but her body language was speaking of something completely different... it was confusing and, Taran would have to admit, slightly intimidating. She was forward in a way Taran could never be.
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Ladafi
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Post by Ladafi on May 20, 2010 20:20:28 GMT -8
Cahlour: Reception, Bar
Cahlour could see the details of his face, hers so close. Taran shifted a little in his seat, and Cahlour felt her mood begin to ebb a little.
I'm making him nervous, she thought, a little bit of regret piercing through her frisky and hostile mood. I don't want to hurt him...
She pulled herself back a little, her fingers retracting from his leg, straightening out her dress a bit.
"I know what you mean," she nodded, keeping her smile to a kind understanding, and not pushing it into the sexy twist it had been flaunting before. "We're both fresh from the Academy."
Her eyes traveled behind the Quellian, and she stared at her pilot partner. Valerie was talking to the Minoan, and she seemed to be scowling for a second while talking to him, and then turning to the bar, demanding a drink. Cahlour's cheeks grew red. Was she just going to complain about me to everyone?
She turned back to Taran sharply. "I've had a lot of problems in my life, you know. And for the past couple years, I thought maybe I was escaping them. I'd found some sancuary here, you know?" If she wasn't fuming with so much anger, Cahlour would have started crying. She had began to enjoy her time in the Academy. She had found friends, and time to be alone. She had even begun to think about a future not riddled with pain and problems. And now it was going to all be ripped away from her.
She leaned towards Taran again. "To tell you the truth, I probably won't be in The Big Five for long," she scowled. "You see, my partner, my pilot - she hates me. She's been telling everyone all night."
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Post by Gabby on May 22, 2010 21:42:30 GMT -8
:: Ɲasch’ka » Reception Dinner
The Minoan was actually a little surprised at how enthusiastically Valerie reacted to his words. While she asked him what he had heard, one thing had been that she wasn’t the easiest person with which to be friendly. Like her appearance, she was rough and brusque. She wore her scars like decorations; her stories were not just stories: they were epics. Nasch’ka saw nothing wrong with this; he’d merely taken it into consideration upon approaching her. It seemed that he’d gotten lucky. And even though she mentioned she didn’t want to be in the Big Five – something he also gathered from her answer at the interview – she seemed like she was in a good enough mood. So he seized the moment.
“Only rumors I have heard, Miss Valerie. Is that satisfactory for me you to call? Again I ask because my partner is not to prefer Amelia but rather Klein. I wish not to offense. Ah… I ramble. Apologies.” Nasch’ka gathered himself once more. His excitement and geniality were all too obvious. Speaking of Klein, however, the Minoan had not yet seen her at the party. He quickly glanced about the large room, hoping maybe to catch a glimpse of her vibrant hair. Nothing.
When the bartender finally brought Valerie her drink, Nasch’ka continued conversation. “Of certain, though, being chosen for the Big Five cannot be so bad, nal (yes)?” This was a risky question, and he knew it. But he also felt like he should investigate. The Minoan was not intimidated as much as he wanted to make a decent first impression. Nasch’ka personally was ecstatic to be chosen. Confused though he was about the whole thing, it was nothing less than an honor. He understood that Valerie enjoyed what she had been doing before, but was this change really so bad? He asked that, more or less.
“The change is perhaps to make growth!”
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Post by Lenne on May 23, 2010 16:32:12 GMT -8
Alnair~at the bar
Alnair had taken another swig of whiskey, after he told the girl what he had been drinking, and how cute the name sounded. He thought what he said was pure fact, but the girl laughed.
"Yeah, yeah it is. Ya mind giving me some?"
Normally, Alnair would be more hospitable and simply given the woman the rest of his drink; however...something about the drink--about its effect on him--that made him not want to share it with anyone. It's my drink, he thought to himself. Why doesn't she get her own?
Alnair was somewhat relieved when a minoan man came over to talk to the two of them, before he had the chance to answer.
"My truest regrets of interrupting," the Minoan spoke amicably, "but from across bar I saw you two and supposed I am to say hello to new teammates."
Alnair tried to wave and yell 'Hi Mr. Minoan-friend!' but his body seemed to not respond. Before Alnair had a chance to wonder why, the Minoan turned to him.
"They call you Alnair, yes? I see you are straight to partying! But if I am to say respectably, have caution. I am speaking from experiences."
And with that, the Minoan turned to the woman and they began to talk.
Alnair, meanwhile, sat on the side and continued drinking, and began to ponder. Why was his body not working? And who was the Minoan? Alnair had met a few Minoans before, from his time on Minos, but only had gotten to know a few--most of them being very mean. In fact, Alnair used to think they were scary, until he had heard about the Minoan lady who had defeated a giant. Then he felt like they could protect him, but most thought he was annoying and tried to ignore him. He remembered one time how he had gotten one Minoan to tolerate him for a little bit, but soon turned on him when he had commented on Minoans having "weird voices." And it wasn't as if he were trying to insult the Minoan--Alnair actually liked the voice. Alas, the Minoan got angry, and after being thrown at a stone wall, Alnair had decided to leave the planet, having no one to protect him from the giants.
Alnair, without really understanding what the Minoan was saying--something along the lines of a certain thing being a "good chance"--and Alnair again reveled in the strange voice of the Minoan, and before he could stop himself...
"Yew 'ave a funny foice," Alnair spoke, in a slurring, squeaky hiccup. And immediately covered his mouth, afraid of the consequence.
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Post by IceCoffin on May 27, 2010 9:00:56 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar~
The bartender placed Valerie's beer before her, though his expression was that of mild annoyance. Perhaps because of that "poison" misunderstanding, earlier. She paid him no mind, however, and took the beer without question. Then, before she could take a drink, Nasch'ka inquired about her name.
She paused a moment. "Yeah, you can call me Valerie," she said rather coolly. Valerie tipped her head back, and took a long swig of her beer, gulping about three times before she put the mug down. The drink tasted wonderful to her, better than the crap she had on her shuttle ride a few days earlier. She glanced off into space for a second or two, thinking back, and then snapped back into the moment.
"Just drop the 'Miss' business. I'm not picky, but don't pretend I'm some sort of 'lady' or something, 'kay? Beyond that..." Valerie sighed a bit, and turned to Nasch'ka, "Well, you get my point."
The Minoan then asked her about The Big Five. Ugh, not this again, she thought. But, the beer scrambled her thoughts, just enough to make a big deal like the military's so-called brilliant decision-making skills seem like less of an issue.
"Mmm, let's jus' put it this way. Everyone here dreamed of going into The Big Five and whatnot. It's a big deal, I know. But I'm not into that."
She paused momentarily, and continued, "I mean, if you're going to talk about 'growing'... Growing! Ha, really! Frankly, the only thing I care about growing is my distance from goddamned Colony 18!"
Valerie impulsively took another long swig of her beer, and laughed, hard. She slammed the mug down and hit the table with her fist, laughing, "Growing! Ha! Get it? Growing?"
Valerie continued to laugh for about half a minute, but eventually her amusement had died. She grinned for only a second, but then the smile disappeared.
"Right... Yeah... War stories. Ask me about war stories. I've got a ton."
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Post by Del on Jun 11, 2010 19:25:54 GMT -8
May Young :: Dormitory
“I know that you had a little trouble at the interview, but I’m sorry to see you hit your head that hard. I don’t mean to make you self-conscious. If there’s one thing you should know about me is that I always try to be honest.”
Self-conscious? Puzzled, May looked to the mirror beside her bed. Located in the center of her forehead was a large, round, and purple bruise. She gasped, hand flying up to examine. Groaning, May turned back to Dr. Romero a few moments later.
"No," she said defeated, "I can't go out looking like... this." Her face turned a deep shade of red, more so than it usually did. What on earth would she do? She already wanted to disappear as it was...
It seemed someone had it out for her.
Amelia Lo’lahné Klein :: Reception Hall
Amelia Klein stepped into the ballroom shortly after the party had started. People were engaged in polite conversation, others were dancing, and some were eating from the buffet. Scanning the room with trained eyes, Amelia came to realize that a good portion of her fellow Big Five pilots were conversing at the bar.
Really? She thought. The point of this ceremony was to mingle with the public: talk with them, show their presence and support. Her colleagues seemed to be completely ignoring this duty. While she did intend to converse and meet her fellow team members, she thought it more appropriate to talk to those around her first. With such a mind frame, Amelia Klein began to mingle with the crowd, making sure to give each person enough time to feel appreciated. obviously, there was no possible way to speak with everyone in the massive reception hall, but she would try her best to talk to those she could.
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Post by Gabby on Jun 14, 2010 10:42:19 GMT -8
:: Ɲasch’ka » Reception DinnerValerie laughed away Nasch’ka’s remark, but he said it knowing that there was a chance of such a reaction. He wasn’t bothered. If anything, he might’ve grown a bit eager to see how her arguments against the Big Five would actually play out. Would she really be able to get out of such a position? He didn’t see why not, but when you’ve been hand-picked to be a part of an elite team, he figured it might be a bit more complicated. Amid the conversation, though, Nasch’ka’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of red head of hair sifting through the crowd. Could it be Klein? "Right... Yeah... War stories. Ask me about war stories. I've got a ton."Nasch’ka shifted his body position, preparing for departure, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed on his target as she moved along. He didn’t want to lose her, so his exit was a bit rushed and inelegant. “I will for sure to ask you at another time, Valerie. But,” he pushed off of the edge of the counter and searched the crowd again, relocating Klein, “for now must I depart. Goodbye!” His farewell was almost drowned out by the din of the room as well as his growing distance. The task at hand was more difficult than the Minoan had originally anticipated. While he moved, Klein moved in the opposite direction, and others criss-crossed in his path. It was a good few minutes later before he finally managed to track his partner down and deliver a few friendly taps to her shoulder. — :: Dr. Alessandra Romero » May Young’s Room“Oh, don’t be silly,” Romero scolded gently. The doctor took May by her shoulders and directed her to the edge of her bed, pushing down to get her sit. “With a little bit of makeup and an appropriate hairdo, no one will notice.” Setting her clipboard next to the young pilot, Romero actually began to arrange May’s hair accordingly. She gave her a side part relatively far to the left (her right) which caused her bangs to sweep over and hide most of the bruise. Romero then proceeded in creating a loose up-do. “What do you think?” she asked, gesturing towards a mirror on the wall. “You can’t not go to the dinner. But doesn’t that help a little?”
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Post by turkoizdog on Jun 15, 2010 14:31:55 GMT -8
When Cahlour pulled back, Taran was simultaneously relieved and disappointed. Her mouth twisted from a sexy smirk to a kind smile and for a moment, she reminded him of Neoma. Blooms at Sunset. The human girl who had broken his heart.
He shook the thought off, taking a gulp of his drink to burn the idea away before turning back to Cahlour, who was now speaking and acting in a way Neoma never would. Which was good in a way because it wouldn't bring back bad memories, but at the same time, he wondered if she was being entirely reasonable with her accusations.
"R-really?" He turned sideways casually to look over at where Valerie was. She looked angry about something, but Taran figured it could be anything, really. "Well do you know what she's been saying?" he asked her.
He looked back over at Valerie to see her drinking her beer and laughing at something. Now that the thought was in his head, he wondered if what Cahlour said was true. But then, he also wondered what Valerie would have to say about Cahlour that was bad. It didn't look like the two knew each other too well.
He turned back to Cahlour. "If you want... I can tell you if she ever tells me anything bad about you." He bit his lip. "I mean, if you want to know what she's telling people..." his voice faded. Well, it had sounded like a good idea in his head...
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Post by Del on Jun 18, 2010 17:13:32 GMT -8
Amelia Lo’lahné Klein :: Reception HallTap, tap, tap came a hand on her shoulder. Amelia turned and came face to face with her eager Minoan partner. Beaming, he smiled at her; the brightness of his whole countenance almost reflected off the champagne gold of her dress; she politely smiled back. She was slightly annoyed at being interrupted, but she did have to spend some time talking and getting to know her partner (of which she had been looking forward to anyway). She inhaled deeply and smoothed the silk of her floor length dress. “Good Evening,” she said congenially, “Are you enjoying the reception? I’ve only been here a few minutes, but I must say that I’m thoroughly impressed. A.D.A.M. really outdid themselves this time.” --- May Young :: DormitoryMay observed the quickly, yet artfully, constructed hairdo. It was elegant and soft, and best of all it more or less hid her bruise; the rest could be dealt with make up… if she had had any. Still, she really enjoyed seeing her hair styled in such a way, and it really was very nice of Dr. Romero to help her like this... May smiled as brightly as she could and turned to Dr. Romero. “Thank you,” she said quietly, “Very, very much.” Dr. Romero smiled in response and finished tying her hair up. She was such a kind woman. Beautiful too. The caramel color of her skin was warm and inviting, and her dark eyes were friendly and full of life; everything about her seemed sweet and gentle. What did she remind her of? May couldn’t quite place it… Hot Chocolate. Or caramel apples. She couldn’t decide between the two. Whatever she was, Dr. Alessandra Romero was something comforting. May snapped out of her observation mode, which lasted only a moment, and continued meekly: “Well, I suppose I should get my uniform ready.” Getting up and walking to her closet, May opened it wide and reached for the hanger her uniform was on. In the process, she knocked down another hanger and its contents spilled on the floor. It was a knee-length dress, robin’s egg blue, which May had bought in a military catalogue a long time ago (but had never worn). Blushing, she gathered it up in a hurry and began hastily re-hanging it. “Er, s-sorry,” she apologized quietly.
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Post by IceCoffin on Jun 19, 2010 8:36:11 GMT -8
~Valerie Ashell: Reception, Bar~
The Minoan then politely asked his leave, and left Valerie in favor of meeting up with his partner. Slightly annoyed, Valerie watched him leave and make his way towards a woman in a champagne-colored dress. To Valerie, Nasch'ka's partner looked rather... unapproachable. She gave off an air of sensibility, and formality. In short, this woman was not the sort of person Val enjoyed being around.
Val turned away, rolling her eyes, and back the Birzan, Alnair. He was getting really drunk, which was no surprise at all, considering how much whiskey he had been consuming the entire time. In a way, Val wished she could get drunk that fast, too.
At the same time, however, she was well-aware that it would be difficult to convince whoever was in charge of this operation to allow her to bow out if she was drunk.
"Huh," Val mumbled, "Booze or a break?" She drummed her fingers on the bar pensively, and then swung off her stool and stood up. She reached out and tousled Alnair's hair, "Better enjoy that drink while it lasts. Tomorrow's gonna look like hell, kiddo."
Shoot... Oh, fuck, that's right! Asadullah. Dr. Asadullah's gotta be around here.
Remembering her target, Val began to search for the doctor again. There was no point in getting drunk, unless she failed to find him. Valerie thus began to stalk around the bar area. A little menacingly, really, but she didn't care.
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Post by Gabby on Jun 20, 2010 22:20:06 GMT -8
:: Ɲasch’ka » Reception Dinner“Nal, it is nice!” he responded to his partner’s questions regarding the afterparty. Inhaling, the Minoan’s chest remained swollen with the held breath. He did this to – to the best of his ability – contain the words that wished to spill from his mouth. Nasch’ka was fully aware of his English ineptitude. He needed to think before he spoke. But there was so much he wished to discuss with her! Her feelings about the Big Five, who she was, where she was from, where she was staying (so he could visit, of course), and particularly why her name contained a Minoan one: and a special one at that. It got to the point where his face began to redden, and out of need for release, the Minoan finally exhaled. “So, for in attempting to make interesting talk,” he began, assuming that Klein had been asked the usual Big Five questions enough times, “I desire to ask why it is that your second name is that of Minos! If I am hearing correctly, it was Lo’lahné. Colossally beautiful. It is fitting!” — :: Dr. Alessandra Romero » May Young’s Room“Don’t apologize, hun,” Romero chuckled, gathering her things back up into her arms. The psychologist combed through her hair with her fingers before draping it almost entirely over her left shoulder. “I’ll let you dress. But you’re going to have to move faster so you’re not too late. When you’re ready, come get me outside your door. I’ll help you out a bit more. But then you’ve got to go!” She said all of this with a hint of laughter in her voice, hoping to dispel May’s obvious stress. By simply watching her, Romero came to a few conclusions already. And some of them puzzled her. The girl seemed to have anxiety issues; not necessarily a favorable trait for such a high-profile, stress-intense position. Her brow furrowed momentarily in contemplation, but she quickly wiped it away and turned towards the door. “Remember,” she called back to May from the threshold, “time is of the essence!”
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Post by Del on Jun 21, 2010 15:17:12 GMT -8
Amelia Lo’lahné Klein :: Reception HallSomewhat startled, Amelia watched as her partner seemingly attempted to stop breathing. She was just about to say something when words broke from his mouth like water from failing damn; the look of mild concern and confusion on her face must have been priceless. It took a few beats for Amelia to recover... Her middle name? It was a reasonable question. After all, how many humans had a Minoan name, middle or otherwise. Putting on her best face, Amelia Lo’lahné Klein smiled. "I was adopted by my parents," she began, Nasch'ka furrowing his brow. Maybe he doesn’t know what the word adoption yet, she thought to herself. It didn't happen too often on Minos, especially in the southern tribes (Amelia assumed he was from there), so it was possible he didn't know the Minoan word either. Still, she gave him the translation anyway, "Adoption translates to Na'gahm. Do you understand?” “Ah! Nal! It is making the sense!” he said. Nodding her head, she continued: “Yes, so I was adopted by my parents. My father was a military scientist for A.D.A.M. and my mother was a North Minoan scholar. I was raised by both of them near birth. They wanted to me to be influenced by both cultures, so they gave me both a Human and a Minoan name. They also wanted me to be bilingual, so they raised me on both languages. Does that answer your question? Did any of my vocabulary confuse you? I could switch to Minoan if you prefer. My southern isn’t as good as my northern, but I think you’ll find it sufficient. You are from the south, correct? Your accent and bone structure suggest it…” And then Amelia stopped. It seemed she was getting a little too excited and confusing her partner a little too much. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve gotten a little ahead of myself.” --- May Young :: Dormitory“Remember, time is of the essence.”May nodded politely in response, collapsing back onto her bed once she had closed the door. At least I won’t have to enter the party alone, May thought, I hope it’s not like induction ceremony… She groaned. How am I going to get myself out of this one…“No!” she said to herself, out loud this time, “Get it together!” For a moment she stood up, feeling energized, only to sink back down a moment later. She gave a soft, self pitying moan. “Who am I kidding,” she said quietly, throwing both her uniform and the blue dress next to her on the bed. A few moments later she shot up again: “No” she cried, “I gotta stop putting myself down like this! I’m gonna… g-gonna go to that party and wear – that dress! I’ll talk to someone about this situation myself!” In her confidence, May put on the robin’s egg blue dress and threw on some black flats. She took a deep breath a bounded into the hall only to immediately regret her decision; deflating, May suddenly became very self aware. She wanted nothing more but to run back into her room and change, yet an expectant Dr. Romero was looking at her, ready to go. Internally sighing, May spoke: “I’m ready.” It couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
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Post by Gabby on Jun 21, 2010 18:36:53 GMT -8
:: Ɲasch’ka » Reception DinnerNasch’ka had never concentrated so hard in his life. Eyes screwed, the Minoan watched Klein’s lips move all the while his ears blocked out anything else besides her voice. He did his best to keep up with her. He got lost a few times, but he was sure he picked up on the major points she was trying to make. And what points she made! Though the part about her switching over to his native language put him on edge. That was the very last thing he wanted. “Your life… so special. A human father and a Minoan mother!” he started, making mental notes in his mind so that he didn’t forget to address any of the points she made. “You say she is of the north? My—” Nasch’ka almost said something regarding his older brother, but he decided against it. There was nothing good to say of his brother besides. He hoped to make a smooth transition, but with English, that was difficult to do. So the gap between the last thought and the next was blatant. “My ears realize the… influence. Influence? You have small accent, you know this? North and south Minos languages are not so very much different. Of the merchants and travelers I have to meet, mainly there is the difference in the attitude. But this I am sure you are knowing. I ramble.” He shed a small smile. “No need of worrying about this switching, Miss Klein. I tell you this already! I am in needing of learning! I am feeling like… broken… broken record,” he digressed slightly after remembering the saying. He didn’t mean this negatively. “But I have told many of others that I have good ears for English. My tongue, however… it is less cooperate. Cooperate? It does not cooperate. Ah, that is better, nal? A thing you must know of me, Miss Klein, is of that I will with much probability apologize a vast number of times. For my English, I mean.” Apparently not realizing how much he was talking, Nasch’ka continued unabashedly. “And while it is my ears, your eyes are for good seeing! I am of the south, yes! Very south, actually. I am surprised by my surprise with how simple it is for you to see this in me. I never much thought to it gave. I wish I could do the same for you! Unfortunately, I am not as… literate with humans. I cannot read them. It is sad, for I wish I could. All of this very much intrigues me! Maybe someday I shall to know.” Regardless of his many mistakes and confusions, Nasch’ka remained as perpetually cheerful as he had before. If anything, the imminent responses Klein was about to give fueled his eagerness. His hands diving into his pockets, he waited in anticipation. — :: Dr. Alessandra Romero » May Young’s RoomRomero’s lips thinned as her mouth spread into a smile. She looked May up and down briskly before clearing her throat. She debated complimenting the girl. On the one hand, it was both polite and deserved; May certainly did look nice – nicer than she probably thought, anyway – in her modest dress. However, on the other hand, Romero took her as the type that would be worried by such words and observations. She was probably self-conscious enough as it was; why would Romero let her know that her good looks would have others possibly looking? More anxiety was unnecessary. So she merely nodded and started off down the hallway. As they neared the reception area, Romero glanced over to May who bore a hole into the ground with her downcast eyes. “Remember to just take deep breaths, okay? I’ll be around as well, so if you need me, you are more than welcome to seek me out. I doubt I’ll find much good company in there, anyway.” They stopped, the sound of hundreds of voices trying to penetrate the doors before them. “Enjoy yourself, May. At least take advantage of the free food.” Winking, Romero was the first to enter, immediately be consumed by the din and the crowd.
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