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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:19 pm
"Ah!" Jenna smacked her hands against Alex's back. "Come on! Stop acting like an idiot!" She couldn't help but feel hurt for him hitting her twice and not respecting her body, which was a big deal to her. "Stop trying to seduce the French kid with your strength and put me down!" She pushed her elbows into his shoulder blades hoping it would hurt, but she’s never tried so it probably wouldn't.
"Alex! Why do you have to do this?!" she slipped her hand into the back of his pants and grabbed the elastic of his underwear before tugging on it with all the strength she could. That would get her even! Jen had very good leverage from her spot over his shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:22 pm
Alex shrugged.
"Honestly, I don't even care. I just wanna fight. Oh and, this girl here? She's a friend of mine. We do this all the time. Right, Jenna?"
Alex bounced Jenna a bit, trying to get her to talk. It was true, in fact, if they didn't do this at least once a day, it was odd. Sure, smacking her on the butt was a bit much, but hey, Alex was bored today. Alex looked to Frenchy again, grin even wider.
"As for... what was it? Savate? If it's martial arts, I think I can beat it."
Yes, Alex was cocky, but for good reason. More than half the fighters he faced were martial artists, and all of them weren't exactly green behind the ears. And yet, he could and did beat most of them. Then, Jen gave him a wedgie. Alex began fidgeting.
"Nyah! Wedgie! Stop it, midget!"
Alex then hoisted Jenna up, holding her by the shoulders. He then pulled her face to face.
"Don't do it again."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:33 pm
"Or what?" She said glaring defiantly at him. "You are not going to fight Guillame." She stated and drew her leg up to kick his crotch area. If he was going to play with some one of Jenna's stature than he was going to have to deal with the consequences. "Or I will do that again. Every singly time I see you." She stuck out her tongue and made a face. She knew that there was little she could do, but what she could do she was very good at. Even if it meant having to hurt him, she didn't mind, the guy had it coming.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:41 pm
Alex looked down to see Jenna's leg drawn back. He looked up at her face and pouted.
"You're no fun."
Alex set Jenna down, and looked at his shirt. It was covered in chalk. He cast a look to Jenna, then started brushing himself off, still muttering about no fun. Alex looked around, and everyone began shamelessly walking away. Alex sat down on a nearby bench after fixing his boxers, and began bouncing his knee. Now he needed to find another way to amuse himself. Within moments Alex was too bored and hopped up, making his way to Frenchy.
"C'mon, just a sparrin' match? I'm feckin' bored here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:47 pm
Jenna straightened her shirt and clapped her hands dusting them off. "Thank you Alex." She said and gave him a bright grin. She promptly sat down where she stood and took the clack back into her hand to continue her art. Her fingers skimmed expertly over the pathment bust she never got quite the results she was looking fore, her color switched often going now from blue to white to purple to blue then to green. She hummed softly as she worked her eyes always cast down and her body showing no signs of tiring any time soon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:32 am
Tristan was shocked by the person suddenly talking to him, and then just as suddenly leaving. He sighed and watched the goings on over in the park. He sighed and walked over and looked at the group. He was just about to say something about them disturbing the peace of the park, but then everything just seemed to settle itself. "Huh." He said to himself. He tapped the French guy's shoulder. "Hi, sorry I didn't respond... I was preoccupied with my thoughts. I am Tristan, by the way." He said with a grin. He hoped the French guy wasn't from Paris. From his previous experience, Parisians were jerks.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:09 am
Guillame found himself relaxing a bit more when Jenna was put down. When she'd gone back to her chalk drawing he was relieved that she wasn't hurt or anything. He grinned and was going to turn away and walk back to a bench when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Guillame whipped around quickly, thinking it had been Alex again. To his surprise, Guillame found that it was the guy from before, the guy he had originally started talking to. Guillame stuck out his hand and offered a smile.
"C'est pas grave....it's okay. I find that it happens to me as well." Guillame started, keeping his eye on Alex who had asked him for a sparring match.
"It is nice to meet you Tristan." Guillame turned to Alex and mulled over what he should be doing.
Should he actually spar the guy...or should he waive the call-out?
"Desole, I do not like fighting unless it is necessary...I thought that was clear..." Guillame hated fighting actually, it didn't mean he couldn't defend himself though.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 12:30 pm
Tristan grinned. This guy had the best accent. And he spoke French, which is a beautiful language. He grinned widely. He really hoped that the big guy wouldn't attack Guillame. Not that he thought that Guillame was defenseless, he just didn't want to call an ambulance for either of them. And he knew, from the looks on their faces that the fight would only end with one of them hospitalized.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:25 pm
Guillame shot Alex an appologizing look, he didn't mean to turn his back on the boy but it couldn't be helped. He turned to Tristan to give him his full attention.
"Je sais qui tu es....I've seen you before...around school, no?" Guillame wasn't very good at recognizing faces...names was a different story. He remembered every single friend he'd ever had and every single teacher he'd ever been taught by as well. His memory usually never failed him. It was just something about people's faces that caught him off guard.
"Desole....sorry if I don't remember you in any classes..." Guillame felt his face get warm, he disliked his accent very much and really wanted to get rid of it. Talking to other people was difficult enough, the accent just made more of a burden.
"C'est fini.....I hate my accent...sorry if you cannot understand me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:29 pm
Adair rose from her seat, which was far too close to the computer that she had stayed after school to work on. She groaned as she realized that her eyes had probably burned out, figuratively speaking, from staring at the bright screen in a darkened room for so long. After turning off her computer responsibly, she walked out of the classroom into the blindingly bright hallways.
After Adair finally made her way out of school she decided to head to the park. If she neglected to do so, she would most likely get a lecture from her mother about socializing with kids her age.
She arrived and walked towards the group of students where talking would be easiest, but remained at a polite distance as she waited to be noticed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:54 pm
Tristan couldn't help the look of confusion on his face. "But your accent is so beautiful!" He said shocked. then he remembered his other question. "Yes, you have seen me around school before. I think we might have math together. Geometry?" He asked with a smile. He loved getting to know people, especially cute people like Guillame. With his cute accent and good looks, Tristan could definitely see dating him, if Guillame was gay. Unfortunately at their school, so few people were out if they were...
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:16 pm
Guillame felt another flash of heat creep up his face. He wasn't used to getting compliments like that....he never accepted them either way though. When Tristan spoke of Geometry, Guillame smiled.
"Geometry is like being at home...I know exactly what I am doing and it is easy...c'est la vie. It is like life." He grinned and as a habit, his gaze wandered until it settled upon a woman who stood in the background. Guillame then found himself frowning. He stood up on the tips of his toes and stretched his arm up and started waving.
"OI! Madameoiselle! Vien ici, vite vite la!! Come over here!" Guillame called out to her, he felt strangely vulnerable acting that way but it wasn't like he would let a woman stand alone, that would make everything he'd ever learned as a boy useless.
"Sorry....I cannot have a woman standing alone...it makes me nervous." He grinned sheepishly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:29 pm
Adair started slightly, she was surprised that someone had noticed and called out to her so quickly. She walked over still feeling slightly awkward, but not enough so that she would neglect to notice that distinct accent.
"Excuse me for my nosiness, but are you by any chance French? My uncle has an amazing accent similar to yours so... I'm sorry, how rude of me. My name is Adair, and it's a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for my inconsideration."
She clasped her hands in front of her, feeling increasingly out of place. She sighed inwardly, wondering if it was a good idea to move out of her comfort zone just to please her mother.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:35 pm
Guillame offered a smile to Adair and took her hand, lifting it gently to his lips.
"Oui, je suis un francais....yes I am French." He let go of her hand and shook his head, his rather unruly blonde hair followed him ever so.
"There is nothing to appologize about Adair.....mais, my name is Guillame, it is very nice to meet you." Guillame turned to face Tristan and motioned towards him.
"Et this is Tristan....Tristan, this is Adair." Throughout the introduction, Guillame's subconscious never forgot that Alex was still around....if he forgot about him then he'd maybe get caught unaware and that wouldn't be an ideal circumstance.
"Ou ton oncle habite....where is your uncle living?" Guillame blushed, was that correct grammar?
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:39 pm
Alex pouted when Frenchy said no and sulked off. He then began doing random activities to alleviate his boredom, from handstands, to climbing trees, to inviting strangers to sparring matches. Nothing worked. Finally, Alex clambered up into a tree, pouting, and began hanging upside-down from his legs, trying to thank of something to do.
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