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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:48 am
xXBisexual FlanXx Rainbowtastic-Condom Bast was finally finished eating her heartattack waiting to happen, and decided to go and maybe get a tan for once in her life. She headed to her room, taking note of where different places were, and what she should do that day. Once she arrived at her door, she stuck her hand in the back pocket of her skinny jeans, and realized that she didn't have the key card. Bast cursed under her breath in her native tongue, as she frantically searched her backpack, hopeing she'd have the card in there somewhere. When she gave up, and admitted to herself that she didn't have it, she slumped down on the floor infront of her door, trying to think of what it is she should do. ((I apologize for my extended absence, our plans changed, and i couldn't get on to inform you guys. I'm soo sorry!! )) Bast looked up at Olivia and smiled weakly, happy that someone could maybe help. "I-I locked myself out of my room,"She said after a while blushing like mad because of her own stupidity, "Now I don't know where I should go, not only that but my class is bound to start anytime now, and my book is in there." She sighed heavily, and hit the back of her head against the door slightly, hopeing that maybe that would produce an answer to the age long question, 'What now?'.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:23 pm
Rainbowtastic-Condom xXBisexual FlanXx Rainbowtastic-Condom Bast was finally finished eating her heartattack waiting to happen, and decided to go and maybe get a tan for once in her life. She headed to her room, taking note of where different places were, and what she should do that day. Once she arrived at her door, she stuck her hand in the back pocket of her skinny jeans, and realized that she didn't have the key card. Bast cursed under her breath in her native tongue, as she frantically searched her backpack, hopeing she'd have the card in there somewhere. When she gave up, and admitted to herself that she didn't have it, she slumped down on the floor infront of her door, trying to think of what it is she should do. ((I apologize for my extended absence, our plans changed, and i couldn't get on to inform you guys. I'm soo sorry!! )) Bast looked up at Olivia and smiled weakly, happy that someone could maybe help. "I-I locked myself out of my room,"She said after a while blushing like mad because of her own stupidity, "Now I don't know where I should go, not only that but my class is bound to start anytime now, and my book is in there." She sighed heavily, and hit the back of her head against the door slightly, hopeing that maybe that would produce an answer to the age long question, 'What now?'.
"Well, downstairs there's a main desk where they give out your keys in the beginning of the year. I bet if you went down there and talked to whoever is behind the desk now, they could give you another set of keys. If you hurry, I bet you could make it and just be on time, since we have..." Olivia pulled her pocketwatch out of her shirt and flipped it open to check the time, then shut it and replaced it. "...15 minutes before next period." Olivia wasn't good at cheering people up, since she was too logical, but this was her best shot.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 3:13 pm
Bast nodded and hugged Olivia quickly before she ran down the hall and jumped the stairs, not caring if she ran into anybody. As she reached the desk, completely out of breath she asked the lady behind the counter if she could have another one of her room cards. After obtaining the card, through an extensive process of blabbering what had happened three or four times, she dashed back upstairs. Click. She sighed gratefully when hearing the sound of her door unlocking, ran inside, and got her things together. Grabbing a meat stick out of her desk, she went back to running to her class. Once she got there, there was a note on the door. "Class canceled" it read. Bast slumped onto the floor again and angrily ripped a piece of her meat stick off with her teeth, and stormed back into her room.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:00 pm
Alex's Music Appreciation class seemed to take forever. However, at long last, they were released to go to lunch, and it was then that Alex remembered his encounter with Israel. Would he really be up to having lunch with another person? For a full minute, he considered just not going.
However, he just couldn't do that to someone else. That was the kind of horrible thing he imagined Other people might do to him, and he certainly coudn't do that to someone else. But, what were they going to talk about? Maybe he could ask Israel to teach him a little English, so that he could talk to the other students on the ship.
Resolved to do so, he dropped his books in his room, and strode purposefully toward the restaurant. Once there, he waited by the door to wait for Israel to show up.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:24 pm
Israel finally was released from his lecture and made his way to the several eating areas, laughing to his self as he saw that some of the students still hadn't adjusted to the movement of the ship. Finally, he was able to see Alex through the crowd. Feeling a little bit more comfortable, he waved his hand above the crowd, shouting to Alex in Spanish so that he could be seen. "Oye! Alejandro!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:10 pm
James’s head shot up when he heard Israel’s voice only a few meters away, on the other side of the fish tank to be exact. He smiled and waved slightly, but the boy was not facing him, and there was no way he would have seen him. He sighed and looked back down at his sketch criticizing his mistakes in small muttered sounds. He was never very confident in his art, and knew that there was always room for improvement which made it very hard to just stop on one drawing or another. This particular drawing turned out to be of a young boy with bright eyes and dark hair. He had two lip piercings and wore tight but nice clothing. The boy was leaning back against a wall next to a large window though which was a view of the sea.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:47 pm
Alex's head snapped in the direction of Israel as he heard something like his name. Alejandro? Must be a Spainish thing, he decided. He smiled shyly. "H-hola, Israel," He stammered. "Glad you could come." He stared at the floor as he spoke, but then forced himself to look Israel in the face. "It's just, I was wondering...If it wouldn't be any trouble...and if you wanted to...maybe, you could...teach me English?" He smiled wanly again.
"But lunch first, yes?" He smiled more naturally, then went to go get some food.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:54 pm
Israel listened to the poor boy stammer on and on and then chuckled to himself as he ran off for food. Israel never ate too much, and he had planned on skipping lunch for today, so he went to find them a table and waited for Alex. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw James and gave him a short wave. He wondered if he could sit with both James and Alex at the same time. Oh, how this ship would surely be heaven then.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:10 pm
James was exuberant when he was noticed my Israel. He waved gesturing that he and his friend could sit with him if they so pleased. She closed his sketch book and made room in the both in case he decided they did, so please. He never liked eating alone, it made him kind of sad, He was so use to having to fight over food that having a whole table to himself was just kind of eerie. He looked back up at the boy and grinned pointing to his half eaten try of food, he was willing to share if he did not want to wait to eat.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:52 am
Watching James with curiosity, Israel decided to quickly move to his table, knowing Alex would find him easily. Walking up to James, he tried not to look in his eyes for fear of walking with a wobble. Reaching the table, he gave James a warm smile.
"Hello James, do you mind if I sit here?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 12:31 pm
James nodded. "Of course you can sit here, "What some soup, it's tasty." He picked up the half finished bowl of potato corn chowder and placed it across from him were he thought Israel would sit. He took the spoon up off his tray and placed it in the bowl. "Is your friend going to sit here to? What’s his name?" he chuckled and leaned forwards a little over the dull green plastic tray in front of him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:23 pm
Israel sat down and nodded to James, trying not to sit too close to him.
"Yes, his name is Alex, he wants me to teach him English... I hope you do not mind."
Israel had not touched the soup yet; it was rude to eat before everyone else was setted and served... and he wasn't very hungry to begin with.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:50 pm
"Alex." the name slipped of his tongue. He smiled. "I don't mind at all." He said kindly and scarfed down his third sough dough bread roll with buttery spread. James could not help but eat as much as he could get his hands on, especially when every thing tasted so good. "Is he...Where did you say he was from?" He bit his lip and licked off the dull butter knife he had used to spread buttery spread on his roll. The piece of cutlery came away clean and sparkly from his experienced tongue.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 12:47 pm
"I-I uh..."
Israel tried to work his mouth to speak words, but his own voice falter as he watched James eat delicatly at his side, his green eyes stuck on his tounge for some unknown reason.
"He uh... I'm not sure."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:11 pm
"Is he cool?" He set the knife down in the tray and picked up his virgin strawberry daiquiri. He gulped down the cold drink, leaving him with a pink mustache on his previously clean shaven upper lip. Not that he had ever had facial hair, he was not that hairy of a person. He held the half full glass out for Israel to take. "Man, this is really good; you have got to try it." He shook the glass slightly and cocked his head to one side. “It's like sweet and cold and tangy and pretty." He was trying to think of a way to describe it more in depth. Then his mind wandered. "What do you usually have for lunch?" he asked and set the glass down not an inch from the edge of the table in front of the boy. "Does your mom cook?" James's own mother only cooked on occasion and that was only if they were having important guests over from his father's work. Otherwise the boys had to fend for themselves, he had gotten quite good at making boxed macaroni.
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