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Post by Dorian Woodlock on Aug 15, 2010 2:42:21 GMT 10
Another day, another post. Dorian had long ago found that he wrote better in the mornings than in the evenings. This morning though, his fingers lingered a bit too long over the keyboard of his laptop as he tried to fight the headache and disorientation caused by the disruption to his circadian rhythm. He was experiencing desynchronosis- or, in simple terms, jet lag. Emotional consequences caused by the flight from the United States to France got easier each time, but he had yet to learn how to escape the physical consequences.
With a sigh, he logged off his blog and into his email. His readers could wait, there were more important matters to take care of right now. Like informing Atticus he had made it to France safely. He wrote the email quickly, informing Atticus to pass the news of his arrival onto his parents as well as sending his love to all three of them. There was no doubt in his mind that his parents didn’t care- they had already probably forgotten the fact that they had dropped him of at the airport yesterday afternoon. But, the email was mainly for his brother, not them. The only reason he went home during breaks was for his precious younger brother. It bothered him slightly that he wouldn’t be there for Atticus’s Bar Mitzvah in two weeks time, but he was doing his best to shove that negative feeling aside and focus on the reason he was here. His academics, more specifically his writing ability that landed him here.
Anybody can write, but there is a fine line between those who can write well, those who can write decent, and those who just should not pick up a pencil. It was one of those talents that people never seemed to understand. With another sigh, he closed the lid on his laptop and rooted around through one of his still unpacked bags for aspirin. He could go back to sleep, but he knew the best way to overcome his jet lag was to get back into a routine. Classes would start again soon and it wasn’t a wise move to be irritable for them.
Yes, indeed. Routine was the key. Perhaps if he ate something, he could function like a normal human being. He pocketed two of the pills and grabbed a copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream before heading down the familiar hallways of the school. It was amazing how after only being here the for the prior year, this place seemed more like home than the house he grew up in.
The hallways were packed with students still moving in- he gave what he hoped were reassuring smiles to a few nervous looking Freshman and stopped to make evening plans with a few people he knew from last year before reaching the cafeteria. Grabbing a bowl of cereal, which was always one of the safer choices, he sat down at a lone table.
Ah, yes. It was good to be back.
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Post by Bree Mordecai on Aug 15, 2010 4:04:03 GMT 10
Bree was wandering around the school. Pretty aimlessly, she had no idea where she was going. She opened the door to the cafeteria. There were a lot of kids and yet she still felt alone. She realized that this school was filled with the best and only the best. Just because she was amazing at her old school doesn't mean she'll be amazing in this school. She would be lucky if she even got a small role in the upcoming play. Bree grabbed an apple and wasn't sure what to do next.If you think about it life's like a game of chess, you need to know where to go next and the outcome of going there.
Bree took a bit of her apple and looked around. She saw a lot of nice people, and one in particular. A guy sitting alone at a table, she wasn't sure if he wanted to be alone or what. She walked across the room and sat next to the table next to him. Exciting as this school may be something was missing. Something like friends. Yeah it was her first day and eventually she would make friends, if only she had her horse here... that would make things all better. She missed her horse a lot. 'They should get an equestrian program here...' Bree thought. She laughed a bit, she was very attached to him, but didn't realize it until now. She took her phone out of her purse and check it. No new texts. Not even any from her best friends! She texted them just to tell them she got here and everything was all good.She missed her friends but shes in France now, so new life for Bree
She took the last bit of her apple and tossed it in the garbage. Suddenly she was looking forward to the upcoming school year.
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Post by Dorian Woodlock on Aug 15, 2010 5:31:29 GMT 10
For those who weren’t quite use to his ways, Dorian could come off as a bit antisocial. He almost always had a book, notebook, or his laptop in front of him, for he could never be sure when a good idea would strike and one had to be prepared for good idead, and he was rarely dependent on others. In reality, he was far from being antisocial. Those who really knew him found him to be a bit too talkative at times, but he never seemed to realize when he was talking too much or when he was coming off as antisocial.
Right now, he was busy translating the novel in front of him from English to French in mind. He wasn’t actually reading it- he knew it well enough, already- and he wasn’t sure why he found this to be quite so entertaining. It was just one of his oddball traits, he had quite a few. His concentration on the novel meant that he didn’t realize when someone else sat down alone nearby. If he had noticed, he would have said something. He remained oblivious to her presence as she pulled out her phone, but he lost his concentration when he heard the thump of the apple being thrown away.
At first, he merely glanced up from his book, but then he realized she was alone. Judging by the fact that he had never seen her around before and that she appeared to be around his age, he had to assume that she was a Freshman. He closed his book, not bothering to mark the page and glanced over at her.
“Hey there! I’m Dorian Woodlock,” he said, smiling, “You’re new here?” While he had intended for that last part to come out as a statement, it had turned into a question as he said it. For all he knew, he could have simply overlooked her last year.
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Post by Bree Mordecai on Aug 15, 2010 6:33:03 GMT 10
Daydreaming. A thing Bree does a lot and what she was doing right now. Everything seems to slow down. Bree was thinking about a ton of different things, like what she's going to do in her future, she was also wondering what was happening in Ohio. Probably nothing, because nothing ever happens in Ohio. She snapped back to reality and glanced down at her bitten nails. She had a very bad habit with that. She looked out the window and it looked like it was going to storm. Bree hoped not, she can never sleep when theres storms.
She looked over at the kid and he was reading a book...in French. She laughed a bit. He must be here at the academic program. Then he looked at Bree started to talk to her. She looked at him and he had the most amazing eyes. 'But just because he has blue eyes and brown hair doesn't mean i'm going to start liking him.' Bree thought. She loved guys that had blue eyes and brown hair.
Bree smiled on of her amazing smiles and said "Hey, I'm Bree Mordecai." She put her phone back in her purse. "Yeah I'm new" She giggled a bit "This school is huge, I'm probably going to get lost when classes start." She looked down knowing she was blushing, but she couldn't help that he was pretty cute. "So are you going to be a sophomore?"
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Post by Dorian Woodlock on Aug 27, 2010 1:35:12 GMT 10
The art of speaking French, ten page papers on the proper use of the semi-colon, and how to code his own blog were all tasks that he could handle- knowing when a female was flirting with him was something in the world of the unknown to him. Being friendly, flirting; they were both the same thing, right?
He returned her smile. “Nice name. I won’t forget it. And, you’ll probably be hearing about me, so don’t forget mine,” he said with a wink. “Yeah, I’ll be a sophomore. I’m part of the academic program, but I bet you figured that one out yourself.” He held up the book slightly and let it drop back down onto the table.
“And, the school isn’t too intimidating after you are here for a few months. Most of your classes should be on whatever floor you dorm on. I can give you a tour, if you want.” Then, perhaps after he did the tour, he would have the muse to write his blog post.
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Post by Bree Mordecai on Aug 27, 2010 1:58:55 GMT 10
Bree glanced down and grabbed her bag. She slung it over her shoulder. Dorian was the smart kid, and extremely nice. Bree hoped they would become great friends. She was very glad when Dorian asked if she wanted a tour. "Yeah... That would be great!" She smiled again.
Was Dorian flirting with her? She couldn't tell if he knew how. "Well where to first?" She asked still smiling. She didn't know why but he made it so you wanted to smile when your near him. She thought this was kinda funny. Her phone started to blink.. She doubted it was her mom... it was most likely her friends, so she ignored it. Even if it was her mom should wouldn't answer it. She looked up at Dorian, this could be her first friend here!
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Post by Dorian Woodlock on Aug 28, 2010 0:31:18 GMT 10
“We’ll start here. This is the cafeteria,” he said with a grin as he stood up and grabbed his book. “You seem to have found it okay. We’re in the inside part right now, but if you go through those doors,” he indicated a set of double glass doors near the back of the room, “there is an outside eating area as well. I wish I could recommend the best foods, but I’m a vegetarian so my taste is pretty limited.” His choice to become a vegetarian had happened when he was eleven, years before he had started at this school. There were very few foods that he could actually eat at the school, but he managed pretty well. Some of his friends thought it funny to eat meat in front of him, but that didn’t really bother him either. It took a lot to make him upset.
“Oh, and in case you haven’t figured it out, I like to talk. If I’m talking too much, just tell me to shut up,” he told her as he started towards the lobby. Being overly talkative wasn’t a bad trait to have, unless he ran into someone extremely shy. Then he tended to seem a bit intimidating, which was not one of his desired goals.
“Okay, and now we are standing in the lobby. You are probably already familiar with it, seeing as the entrance doors are right there.” He turned to face her. “You know, I don’t think you told me what you are here for.”
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Post by Bree Mordecai on Aug 28, 2010 2:25:08 GMT 10
Bree looked around curiously. Taking in everything around her. “I like the outdoors…” Bree murmured. She looked up as Dorian pointed to the set of doors that led to the outside seating part. She looked to see if anyone was out there but it looked as if it were vacant. She looked at him when he mentioned he was a vegetarian. “I tried that last year… It was going good until my parents found out and they got mad at me for some reason.” Bree whispered.
She laughed when he said he talked a lot. “It’s ok to talk a lot. I talk a lot sometimes too. Like if I start to rant about something. This happened a lot in Ohio, that’s where I used to live, until I came here.” She quickly looked at Dorian and then straight ahead.
They headed towards the lobby. “Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with the lobby.” She nodded and then Dorian turned towards her. “Oh. I forgot to tell you! I’m a singer and an actress.”
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