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 Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:55 am
Yvonne sighed as she sat down at an empty table in the dining hall. She was exhausted but in a good way. She was pleased with the way her studies were going and her obstacle course time had improved at least five seconds over the course of a few weeks. She wondered how much longer she would have to stay in the academy before she was allowed to get a wolf of her own. Hopefully not too long. It was at least two months before her 18th birthday but she wasn't sure if she was ready to get her first wolf. What if the wolf didn't like her? That was what she was dreading.
'At least I don't have to worry about that for a while. I still have a long way to go before I am ready to get a wolf of my own.' She sighed and pulled out a small book from one of her skirt pockets. There was no one around for her to talk to at the moment and right now all she wanted was peace and quiet, though that rarely happened whenever she had some free time. Someone always managed to come around and have a little conversation with her. She glanced around for a few moments before turning her attention to her book. Hopefully today wasn't one of those days but Fate always dealt her a hand that she liked.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 7:27 pm
 Alexis yawned, quickly pulling the sheets from her bed off of her body and stepped off of the bed. She grabbed her uniform off of the end of her bed and walked to the shared bathroom closest to her and quickly shut the door, glad that there didn't seem to be a line that particular morning. She was a bit surprised, as well, but that was a welcomed surprise. The less people needing to use the restroom, the quicker she could get to her work for the day. She clicked the lock inside of the bathroom and quickly stripped herself of the pajamas she had slept in the night before. Almost as soon as her clothes had hit the ground, she was replacing them with new undergarments and her uniform. The clothes were a familiar green, the skirt almost (if not completely) matching her eyes. The shirt was merely a few shades lighter and complimented it nicely. When she was fully clothed, she grabbed her clothes and balled them up, quickly walking back to her bed and dropping the dirty clothes into her bag, deciding to simply leave them there until she had enough clothes to do her own laundry.
As she stuffed her clothes in the bag, she heard her stomach making a familiar grumbling noise. She glared down at her belly and then sighed, walking out of the room and towards the dining hall. It didn't take her more than a few minutes to reach her destination. She only saw a few recruits around, and only one that she recognized. She looked at the girl and saw that she was rather enthralled -- at least, that's how it appeared -- in a book. She quickly went to go get her food, trying to remember the girl's name at the same time. 'It was... Evony? No... V... V... Vera? No... Yvonne! That's it, Yvonne!' She thought, a light-bulb suddenly going off in her mind. Perhaps her brain was merely slow due to only waking up minutes ago and not having any food yet. Yes, that's what she would amount it to.
She smiled widely on the inside at the selection of food, but merely took a bagel with cream cheese and a bit of french toast, then quickly turned around and headed back to Yvonne. She sat across from the girl, setting her plate down and nodding at her, "Morning Yvonne." She said politely before taking the first bite of her bagel.
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:14 pm
Lysander Kinsley rolled around on his bed, savoring the last hour or so of sleep he could get before he'd have to listen to the Drill Sergeant drone on and on about some stupid thing like fort history or proper discipline or whatever he decided he'd make them sit through that day. It didn't help that people were already starting to wake up. He could hear the guy in the dorm next to him showering, which was something he really didn't want to hear. Lysander was tempted to hit the wall or something, but in an attempt to return to that bliss that was sleep, he rolled onto his stomach and clutched a pillow over his head. That really never did help. "Uggggggh..." he groaned into the mattress in defeat. Damn early birds never did let him sleep in.
Lysander sat up, yawned, stretched, and walked groggily over to the mirror. He wiped the last bit of sleep from his eyes and stretched again, tiredly dressing into his uniform. Lysander had a system. Rather than showering while everyone else did, in the morning, he saved himself some time and showered at night. At least it kept him from going to the lecture hall with wet hair. For whatever reason, that was always considered a breach of uniform or whatever they said. Lysander wasn't at all opposed to running laps, but when it kept him away from the ladies, it sure did become inconvenient.
Like all growing boys, Lysander wasn't one to skip breakfast. Besides, he needed his nutrients to help him grow into a big strong man. On second thought, maybe he really didn't need it anymore. He smirked. Regardless, Lysander headed to the dining hall. He wasn't one to deprive himself of food, even if Academy food left something to be desired. He stacked his tray with a couple of bagels, some eggs, whatever questionable meat product was on the menu, and some more eggs for good measure. Hey, a man needed his protein. Lysander walked down the rows of tables, mentally labeling the people he saw there. More specifically, the girls.
Struck out, struck out, struck out... Ah! Undercover detective Lysander Kinsley: Targets spotted. He made his way to a table where two girls were seated with a friendly smile. "Morning ladies! Mind if I have a seat?" he asked. It was merely a courtesy. He sat down anyway. He took a bite of his eggs. Maybe, if he played his cards right, this would be one of those "home run" situations.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:28 pm
It hadn't been thirty seconds after she sat down before she heard another voice behind her - a male voice. She glimpsed over her shoulder as he sat down without anyone answering his request and chuckled lightly to herself. "Sure, I don't see why not." She answered needlessly. He seemed familiar to her, but a name wouldn't come to her unlike with Yvonne. It was likely they hadn't been formally introduced, as was the case with some recruits. Heck, for all she knew, she had only seen Yvonne and heard people call her by that name, it could have been someone else's name for all that she knew. But, she was hoping it was the right name, and she wouldn't have made herself a fool by making a simple error.
She took another bite of her bagel, followed by her chugging a glass of icey cold water. She looked over at the boy, trying to think of a name but giving up after a mere few seconds. If she couldn't think of it, then there was no reason to stare and try to put a name to the face, so she finally simply spoke to the boy. "I'm Alexis, and you are...?" She inquired, a single eyebrow arching as she spoke to him. As she waited for an answer, she yawned and quickly covered her mouth, trying not to be rude. She glanced around the room after a moment, trying to find out how many other recruits were already up and waiting for the day's assignments to begin. There weren't many, perhaps thirty in the room at that moment, but there was always the possibility that some were still clinging to sleep or trying to finish their shower to make it in time.
She grabbed a napkin as she took the last bite of her bagel, wiping her mouth and the corners of her lips with it politely, not wanting to look like a slob when the Drill Sergeant came in. Perhaps she was one of the only recruits to care so highly about whether or not she looked presentable for the Drill Sergent, but she felt as though she needed to climb the ranks at an alarming rate - one which she knew was most likely impossible to go at, but she needed to try anyways.
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:56 am
Yvonne looked up from her book as she heard her name being called to her. She looked across from her and stared at the newcomer. She knew all of the recruits' names by heart and she instantly recognized her as Alexis. "Good...morning," she said, hesitating slightly as she said the greeting. She wasn't used to being greeted in the morning by any other recruit. The only ones who spoke to her in the morning were the teachers. It shocked her slightly for another recruit to speak to her this early in the morning.
Yvonne winced slightly when a second person approached her. She stared at the young man curiously, wondering what to say. It seemed that Alexis spoke for the two of them and accepted the male's request to sit down. She shook her head slightly but said nothing for a few seconds. "Yvonne," she said to Lysander. She knew his name but she wasn't going to say it for Alexis. It would be up to him to say his name for the other female sitting at their table.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:13 pm
Lysander took a long swig of orange juice to wash down his eggs and then replied, setting his glass down, "Lysander Kinsley. Pleased to meet a couple of lovely ladies like yourselves." Lysander reached up to the top of his head only to realize that his signature goggles weren't there. It wasn't like he was in any hurry. Why had he forgotten them? Well, there was no problem. At least he wouldn't get the Drill Sergeant's attention for breach of uniform today and he could always go back to wearing them tomorrow. Instead of putting his hand down and looking like an idiot for ever raising it in the first place, he rubbed the back of his head and then went back to eating. He took another bite of the eggs and had to combat the gag reflex and the impulse to spit them out in order to choke them down. He knew there was a reason he rarely got eggs. "Is there a rule somewhere that says eggs can't stay hot for more than two minutes?"
Shoveling the remainder of the large heap of eggs to one side of his tray, Lysander then began on today's questionable meat product. Well, it was warm, at least, and its taste was... decent. It wasn't gourmet, that was for sure, but if he finished it before the cafeteria curse settled in and sucked all of the heat out of it, then it would be all right. "So," Lysander started, taking a bite, and then continuing after he swallowed. "Been here long?" It hadn't been directed at either of them specifically, but Lysander supposed that each of them would answer. He had already made a mental note of their names. Any other trifles of information he could get out of them now would be the ideal ammo for another onslaught of his irresistible charm.
And there would be no talking about himself unless they asked. After all, there wasn't much to tell other than what the naked eye could see. Lysander was a gorgeous hunk of delicious man candy that either of them would be lucky to get their hands on. Honestly, though, Lysander wasn't going to play hard to get. If either of them showed any interest, that was. It seemed like he was getting systematically getting stuck in the "just friends" department.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 1:50 pm
She smiled lightly at Yvonne for a mila-second as she replied in a seemingly hesitant way. She quickly looked back to Lysander, listening to his words casually. 'Lovely ladies...?' She thought questioningly. She figured that it might have simply been his upbringing -- that he had been taught to compliment all women whom he shared the company of. But then again, there was always the chance that that was not the case at all, and that she was flirting. Either way, it didn't make a difference to her, she would be gracious about the compliment either you. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too." She replied casually, grabbing her knife and fork and cutting the french toast that she had taken into small, bite-sized pieces. She stabbed a piece of the toast with her fork, lifting it to her mouth, but she couldn't help but laugh at Lysander's words and set the fork down for a moment. She knew there was a reason she didn't take the eggs, and he had just reminded her of it. "Well, I suppose there is, seeing as they never do." She agreed.
After a few seconds she finally picked up the piece of french toast once more, bringing it to her mouth and chewing. It was good, that was sure, but it wasn't the best food she'd ever had. She arched an eyebrow as he began speaking but paused, chewing, and she took another bite of her french toast. 'Been here long? Well... I suppose a few weeks could be considered long...' She thought blankly, finishing her bite and answering slowly, "Well, I've been here for about six weeks. You?" She asked in return. She took a few more bites of her French Toast, leaving about half of the toast left on her plate. She scowled at it momentarily, 'It seems... Dry... Hmm... It needs... It needs... Syrup.' She decided with a light smile gracing her lips. She stood up, holding up one finger to signal that she'd be back in a second. She grabbed her plate and walked back to the line, thankfully there still weren't many people there. She walked right to the french toast and grabbed a bottle of syrup, putting just enough onto the remaining toast, then quickly walked back to the table.
She smiled at him and Yvonne, silently telling them that she was back and ready to resume the conversation they were slowly starting up. She stabbed another piece of the French toast and wiped it in the syrup that had leaked over the edges of the toast, smiling and eating it. 'Much better ~' She exclaimed happily in her mind. Now, Alexis wasn't one to be picky with food, she would eat just about anything as long as it wasn't rotten or just plain horrible, but when she had food that was at least semi-good then she try her hardest to enjoy it to the fullest, even if that meant drowning it in spices or syrups or anything else that was available and luckily for her, the Academy was quite well stocked, in her opinion.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:49 pm
Alexander let out a delicate yawn, using one long and skinny finger to wipe the sleep out of his eyes, then moving his hand up to his hair, brushing it delicately with the hand. Before long, he pulled the blanket off of his body as he slid off of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms and, at the same time, stretching his delicate yet firm and strong body, his abs and torso uncovered. He had slept in only his pajama bottoms the night before, and so he had no shirt on. But, who would want him to have one on? If he did, who would be able to see his beautiful body? At least, that was his mindset. In his opinion, his body was like a temple. To be worshipped and praised.
He quickly walked into the bathroom, grabbing his uniform off of the end of his bed as he did so. He had learned that trick from his sister - if you keep it there, you don't have to look for it, or go back for it and then make another trip to the restroom. He walked through the room where his male peers slept, making his way quickly to the bathroom. He walked into the shared bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He smiled and admired himself in the mirror, giving himself a wink. Without waiting a few more seconds, he pulled his pajama bottoms off and replaced them with the pants to his uniform, then putting his shirt, shoes, and socks on.
Once he decided it was good and in line, not to mention clean, he walked back out and towards the dining hall. Before he even began to determine who deserved to sit with him, he walked to the food line, snagging an apple, muffin, and a piece of bacon. He then turned to face everyone, scanning them quietly and with a solemn face. It took only a moment before he spotted his sister sitting with another girl and a cute boy. He quickly glided to the table, sitting next to the girl he didn't know, and across from his sister. "Hi, Alexis~" He chimed, nodding in recognition to the other two at the table with them. Alexis sighed as her brother followed her to the table, sitting directly in front of her. "Hi, Alexander." She said plainly. He frowned at how unhappy his sister seemed to see him. But that was fine with him, because there were two new people at the table with him who had so clearly wanted to sit with him. Wait, he sat with them? Oh, well, then they were simply blessed. At least, that's how he still felt.
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