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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Aug 27, 2010 17:07:28 GMT 10
Adelaide opened the double doors to the Second Music Classroom in her regular fashion (loudly) and wheeled in a black, 5'6" harp case into the room, aiming to put it in the back store room. Adelaide's footsteps on the brown wood floor echoed loudly around the still fairly sparse room. She hoped that when semester started that there would be more stuff; strange instruments that she could play with for fun.
As Adelaide walked, she realized that the only sound she could hear was the sound of her own, lonely footsteps, and at that point, halfway across the room, she felt desperately alone.
Without even thinking, Adelaide unclipped the case to her favorite instrument and pushed it down onto the floor. It fell, with a great thumping noise, and the young redhead gazed upon her prized harp.
It was beautiful, easily a much better sight than Adelaide herself. It stood at 4'11", and was varnished tan all over, except for the soundboard. The soundboard itself was a sight to behold. Diego, the harpist's childhood friend, had painted a beautiful mural of swirling pink, green, blue, violet and every other color one could think of on the soundboard, giving the already custom-made harp, a very unique finish.
This was the harp that Adelaide cherished, and she held firm on her belief that if she were allowed to play it in the competition, she would have won first instead of third.
Adelaide couldn't take the silence anymore. She practically sprinted over to, what would be, the teacher's desk and stole the chair, running back to her harp. As soon as she sat, she began to play a melody that sounded something like a cross between the introduction to Stairway to Heaven and the harp part from She's Leaving Home. It was a piece that she composed herself, something that she played for fun, or for a warm up. Either way, the only thing that would make that moment better for her was if she was in front of a crowd of people.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 4, 2010 12:25:37 GMT 10
What do you do when you get back to school after a rough three months at home that resulted in several new scars and a black eye? Well for most students you probably tell your friends or lie to them and tell them you fell, however for one particular science geek there was a very different option. You got up to the science store, grabbed a bottle of methanol and a fractal still and did a very hasty experiment. However it was an experiment that would make things a lot easier as the student stood alone in front of the fume cupboard as the reactions took place and he sighed whilst rubbing the bridge of his nose under safety goggles.
He had had a bad time back home, getting here made him feel better and already he wanted to drink again and sit studying all night. He truly was a scientist through and through his grand-father had told him. But when he heard a noise from the room below that sounded like a loud thump he had a feeling that attention could be heading up the stairs very quickly and he would be at risk if he got caught doing his little *Experiment* without a lot of other apparatus out to explain why he was making alcohol in the classroom.
The process had only been going for fifteen minutes but it was enough as he turned off the burner and opened the still he found to give him a shot glass worth of safe Ethanol. Watered down that was a good bottle of bad tasting vodka in his eyes as he grinned and tapped it off into the beaker. It set aside, he set to work cooling the still and disposing of the contents and apparatus. It took only a few moments before it was gone and a match was lit in the cupboard to burn away the smell of alcohol and methane.
Quickly filling the beaker to near the brim with water from the tap, he added it to a plastic water bottle from his bag and sealed it tightly before sliding it back in. By the time he’d left the room and hung the coat back on the door he had heard the music begin to play. He stood in the corridor stunned for a moment, would he head back to his dorm and have a drink before unpacking and dealing with whoever might turn up to share his room with him. Or would he take another turn and follow the sound, which he eventually reasoned to be a change of catalyst and spurred him on towards it.
Pacing down the stairs in a dark brown shirt with lighter coloured jeans, he was pretty sure he’d be mistaken as another group rather than an academic. Or he would if he’d remembered to take off the damn safety glasses he was so used to wearing as he found his way to the room with the music and looked in. Sitting alone was a fiery red head on the harp with a tune that made him feel more relaxed, a hard thing for him to feel when he was constantly on edge about trying to get things done. He stayed silent in the doorway as he listed, his messenger satchel hanging by his side from the shoulder strap swinging slightly as he nodded to it.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 4, 2010 12:46:01 GMT 10
Adelaide continued to play, lost in her music. The tune somehow morphed into a clever rendition of "Lullaby" by The Cure, a song she played for fun, often adding the vocals in the creepiest voice possible; and that was exactly what she did.
"On candy-striped legs the spiderman comes, softly through the shadows of the evening sun-" She stopped, suddenly. There was a noise from the hallway. Adelaide jerked her head around and saw a young guy wearing saftey glasses, the type that her old school had made her wear before she set her lab partner on fire.
Though the fact that someone was listening to her surprised her, she wasn't embarrassed. Instead she just kept on playing, this time staring into the eyes of her audience, trying to read his thoughts on her playing.
"You like it?" She asked.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 4, 2010 19:22:55 GMT 10
Leaning against the door frame, Arkasel listened to the smooth music as it played and noted not a single other distraction, no footsteps, no shouts of excited students heading to their rooms or even mumblings of others. No-one had come to check the noise but him, both a blessing and a shame since it meant he would have been safe in the lab for a while longer but also that the girl wasn't appreciated by others.
But he noted that the tune had changed a little and risked looking over his shoulder to check if anyone was near, but turning back he wound up clipping the side of his head off the frame from leaning back to slowly. It was painful, mainly because it was right above the heavy black eye on his left hand side, but all the worse when he noticed the music had stopped and the girl was looking round at him and making him feel like he was about to be yelled at.
Yet she didn't, instead choosing to go back to the music while staring at him which made it all the more impressive since she couldn't see where the notes lay but relied off her memory. When she asked if he liked it he gave a small nod, only to notice the glasses slide a little and that he was still wearing in as he flicked them off and slid them into his pocket. He was thankfull that she hadn't jumped to question his eye right away, maybe som people where capeable of not passing judgement at a first sight... Or maybe the safety glasses had been covering it as one hell of a dark circle under his eye.
"Aye, it's a nice wee tune. Not sure about the way you sung it but" he replied honestly, his Derry accent having started to wane slightly towards a more English one but still held it's end on making him sound different with ease.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 4, 2010 20:11:35 GMT 10
Adelaide looked back to her harp as the guy in the doorway nodded. She knew she was brilliant at playing the harp, and loved it when people liked what she played.
"Aye, it's a nice wee tune. Not sure about the way you sung it but" He said, causing Adelaide to smile to herself.
The song she was plucking out suddenly changed key and went into a darker type of tune, sounding like the film soundtrack to a psychological thriller. It continued on for a bit, all the while Adelaide was glancing at the man in the doorway. He was taller than she was, with dark hair, and had the strangest atmosphere about him. She could tell that he had some things that he kept to himself, most all people did, but it just seemed as if he couldn't get them off his mind. Something that translated into a look of self-doubt on his face.
Adelaide ignored his black eye. She grew up in Louisiana, among a load of rowdy boys, so she expected them to get into scraps now and again. That was what happened in a place where everyone drank like fish; she was used to it.
"So, where are ya from?" She asked, wondering if he would notice her Cajun accent.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 5, 2010 4:09:09 GMT 10
The girl had asked if he liked the song she was playing and he'd replied honestly with a nod. His comment seemed to make her smile a little and all ready he felt like he could make this year half decent if he knew someone that he didn't have to try and explain theories to or work with. After all a distinct lack of friends for near the past decade had made him rather closed off and he often doubted he had the ability to make friends despite his grand-fathers advice.
The tune took a sudden turn however and became an almost sinister melody that made him feel like it should have been played closer to three in the morning when he was sneaking down to the library in an attempt to get another theory to study. It almost made him shiver a little but that was automatically reacted to by taking out the bottle from his back and swigging back a mouthful that burnt as he swallowed and made him think he'd maybe failed to dilute it enough.
Though the way she kept looking at him made him feel slightly uneasy, he wasn't anything special in his own eyes. He looked like any other guy albeit a little taller but he didn't really stand out, not like some of the Sports students who looked like they had taken an evolutionary jump. Though his was interrupted from his thoughts as she asked where he was from in what sounded like a partial french accent but not from around there. Though the more he thought about it the more the accent stuck as one that he knew but couldn't remember.
"Northern Ireland, Not as glamorous as France or England but it's home" he replied as he felt the accent niggle away at him since it sounded so familiar. "Yourself?" he asked back, knowing he would kick himself if he found out before he could remember.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 6, 2010 12:55:28 GMT 10
When Adelaide changed her song to a darker one, she watched as the tall stranger took a swig of liquid from his bag, and made a slight face after he swallowed. She pretended not to notice, and instead changed the song to a move up-beat version of itself.
"Northern Ireland, Not as glamorous as France or England but it's home." He replied. "Yourself?"
He obviously didn't recognize her accent, but most people from other countries didn't anyway. "New Orleans, Louisiana." Adelaide paused. "It's a Cajun accent. My family is one of the only pure Cajun families left in New Orleans. We go way back."
Adelaide smiled again; she couldn't help it. She starts playing the harp and wishes someone was listenening, then this stranger appears and appreciates her music. He seemed a little dorky, anyone who forgot to take off their safety glasses always did, but he managed to keep from getting embarrassed.
"Tell me, Ireland: What are you in for?" She guessed science, but didn't know how to go about asking what type.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 7, 2010 5:36:32 GMT 10
The drink hadn't been diluted quite enough and it had one hell of a bite that made him cringe slightly. Though the tune changed quickly enough and it made him feel a bit better, almost as if he was in a bar of sorts in a classier part of town. He'd then replied to her with where he came from and admitted it wasn't as posh or fancy as some of the other students in the place that made him feel out of place. Then again a castle wasn't exactly the opposite of posh either, it kind of made things a bit trickier.
She'd replied quickly enough after him and then it had clicked why it sounded familiar, one of the Universities he'd applied to had been there, namely the study of infectious diseases that was world class and held his biology loving side captivated with thoughts of working at in the future. "Sounds like you're a unique breed. Same with Ireland in some parts" he replied.
Though he did notice the little smile grow again that made him feel slightly off, why was she smiling so much. Maybe she was generally cheery but he still felt uneasy at it, usually the people he was near looked depressed or uninterested. Though that was often in a Library or in a Lab so it was understandable in sorts, the pubs to but most people where trying to forget things there rather than having a good time.
"Science. They shackled me for all three" he replied before shifting himself slightly and standing a bit more upright rather than leaning. "I'd guess music for you with the way you handle that Harp?" he asked back, surprised he was having a proper conversation for the first time in a while.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 7, 2010 13:14:14 GMT 10
Adelaide's tune changed drastically to a devastatingly sad song. "Harp is correct. Obviously, I'm awfully magnificent at playing the harp." She paused, and suddenly realised she must've sounded like she was bragging. "Just like you must be awfully magnificent at science. Otherwise, why else would we be accepted into such a prestigious school?"
Adelaide usually wouldn't care about someone thinking she was bragging; she was amazing at the harp, after all. It was just the fact that this guy was mysterious, like there were too many things going on in his head. For some reason, Adelaide cared that this unnamed man thought highly of her, though she would never admit it.
Adelaide didn't even realise it, but she had suddenly stopped playing. Her hands just hovered it their usual positions as she stared at the strings. As soon as she noticed, she picked up the song again and looked back at her doorway, where her audience was looking uneasy. There was definitely something up with him, but it wasn't yet time to ask.
"I'm Adelaide Peyroux." She blinked her green eyes at him and stopped the song again, so she could pull back her hair into a messy pony tail. "Who are you?"
It was a request to know his name, but in the way she said it, it hinted for more than that. She was desperate to know what he was all about.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 7, 2010 15:13:57 GMT 10
The way the girl kept changing to tune that she was plucking on the instrument gave him the feeling she had a similar working to him in emotions constantly changing. Albeit hers came from the more time honoured, classic medium of music and his... Well his from alcoholism, experiments and a filing cabinets worth of pages with calculations, several dozen with singed edges or ripped in half. When she mention she was fantastic at the harp he couldn't help but grin a little, it was almost as if she said it out of her comfort zone as she paused. "Och aye I believe ya' on that, sure I've been listenin' haven't I?" he replied with small tilt of his head.
Right before she'd mentioned he must have been great at science since it would have been his only way into the school. "I'm good, but I'm no modern day Da'vinci or Pierre Jean Robiquet" he replied as he took a step into the room only to notice the acoustics from his footsteps with the sudden silence as she'd stopped playing. It made him stop almost instantly in his tracks before moving aside leaning against the wall with his back. "But I'm sure there's bound to be a few students here from family or money connections. No matter where you go you'll always find that corruption" he added after with a small shrug, knowing of two likely candidates in his class that he felt where in for such reasons since they struggled to get anything done.
But the music had picked up quickly once more as the artist proved her talent to him again, something he had a feeling she didn't need to. The size of the harp compared to herself made her seem almost like a pixie playing a majestic instrument via magic. Well that's what he told himself instead of trying to figure out exactly what the curvature of the room was for the sound to be so fantastic, a bad habit of his. She paused again as he watched her pull her hair back into a pony tail before offering her name and asking his back.
"Arkasel Redfield... If the accents throwing you off it's because I'm an Ulster Scot, not a full Irish. Most people seem to think of a leprechaun shouting about gold and rainbows when they hear that word" he replied, deciding to try and make it easier on her for the way he spoke. He knew he sounded like a half breed between Scottish and Irish but it was just where he came from, he could only hope it was understandable rather than just questionable to her.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 7, 2010 17:19:08 GMT 10
Adelaide listened politely as Arkasel explained about his accent, and laughed a little when he said 'leprechaun'.
"I get it. Most people don't even know what a Cajun is. I have to explain it most of the time, or just tell people my parents are French. Whatever works." Adelaide rubbed her hands together, then rubbed her neck; for some reason it was aching like crazy. "The worst thing is when I tell people I'm from New Orleans, they always link it to Mardi Gras. Mostly, Mardi Gras is just a pain in the ass for most of us, except for your first time, of course."
Adelaide suddenly realised she was rambling and stopped herself. She pulled her hands back up to the harp and started to play again, this time in a thoughtful and dreamy sort of way.
"It seems like I'm so far away from home, but then again, home is where the harp is." Adelaide paused, before gently hitting her head on the soundboard of her harp. She looked over at Arkasel. "Sorry. That was a terrible joke. I'm just feeling like I fit in a bit too well here. Everyone seems to be amazing at things, but back in Louisiana I was known as the girl who could rock the harp. It feels weird to be around people who are as good as me at their chosen subject."
Adelaide watched Arkasel for a bit. He seemed really uncomfortable with the changes in her music, so she stopped playing for a bit. Hopefully, it would make him a bit more at ease in her presence. The only people she knew so far were CAPA's, like her, and even then they were just her roommates. Maybe having a male friend around here would make it feel a bit more like home.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 8, 2010 2:41:35 GMT 10
Maybe hanging around the bars for the past few months back home had helped him with his conversational skills, sure most of the people he'd spoken to had been heavily drunk but it seemed that it was enough to hold a conversation. Being able to make her laugh was just an extra bonus that made him feel a little better, it made her open up a bit more and tell him that most seemed to not know what Cajun was and having to call herself french at times to make it easier.
"Well genius tends to be ignorant of all it does not understand" he replied with a nod as she seemed the try and soothe an ache before telling him her least favourite thing about her location had been Mardi Gras, a massive celebration he knew of. Though he didn't really care for it, to be honest he pretty much didn't care for most holidays other than New Years and St Patrick's. "I'll believe you on that, St Paddy's is the same back home since we get so many pond travellers coming over to try and be Irish. Americans go a bit to overboard with the whole green thing from what I've seen" he replied as she went back to playing the harp in a lighter manner.
The next thing she said but made him raise an eyebrow slightly and laugh at the joke, a good play on words along with the thump from hitting the harp. "Don't worry about it, it was a good one" he replied as she went on about feeling like she fit in so well since everyone was great at something and she had been used to being a unique child her pond. "I'm sure that's a nice feeling to have" he replied with a nod and a small broken smile. School for him hadn't been the nicest before here, he'd been all of four feet until he was 14 and got picked on for it regularly. Then he had a growth spurt and got picked on for that and being a recluse who preferred the library to playing outside and risking getting a kicking.
Though the music suddenly stopped he finally found himself in near silence again, hearing every little screech in the air from other noises from far off dying away. It reminded him to much of the lab without the hum of equipment, a noise he was far to used to. "First year here?" he asked, deciding to risk trying to continue the conversation a bit further rather than let it die off in the air.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 8, 2010 12:29:16 GMT 10
Adelaide watched Arkasel as he spoke. He still moved with a sense of uncertainty. It was a little unnerving for her, as she tried to loosen him up, especially since he only replied in one sentence answers.
"First year?" He asked.
Adelaide nodded. "I only just got here about a week ago." She drummed her fingers on the soundboard, thoughtfully. "I'm in the tenth grade, as are most of the people I know. What about you? Your grade? Is it your first year here?"
Adelaide looked at Arkasel through green eyes. She'd never had a casual conversation for this long without using pet names like "cher" or "darlin". It was something she did commonly with girls, especially the ones in her dorm, and she did it back home with the boys, but not with this stranger. For some reason, she felt a kind of respect for him, like he was better than that.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 9, 2010 1:11:23 GMT 10
The girl responded curtly and quickly with a nod as she explained she had only arrived a week ago, a first year was always stunned by the school he found. Hell he'd been near paralysed in awe of the place and nearly fainted at the sight of the labs when he was shown them and the equipment at his disposal. "How are you finding it so far? Hopefully well" he asked back in reply before she continued on about her current grade and how they made up most of her current contacts in the school as she asked his own.
He shook his head gently with a small grin, "I've called Desrosier home for the past three years, this'll be my fourth. Twelfth grade I think you call it, back home it'd be upper sixth" he replied with a shrug. This place had been a salvation for him for the past few years, the resources had helped him learn further, the privacy had let him relax more and the wide student body was that well divided and chosen that he hadn't been on the opposite end of bullying in the school for a long time. Though he'd never forgotten it and had spent any spare time not researching exercising or using what gym time he could.
Then the silence came again as the girl seemed to continue staring at him for a few moments as he slumped down against the wall and slid to the floor with a foot tucked up to his chest and the bag at his side. "So how did you get picked... Recommendation, Scouted or Applied?" he asked finally, curious as to how she had gotten chosen compared to his own way that he still found to be both the best and worst day of his life.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 9, 2010 13:56:44 GMT 10
Adelaide watched as Arkasel sat down, his back to the wall. He seemed a little bit more comfortable with their conversation now, so Adelaide finally decided to stand up. Her neck was aching like crazy, as it often did, and sitting at her harp wasn't helping all that much. So she stretched her arms way up high, and rolled her neck from side to side, hoping to help with the pain. Eventually she just put her arms down and walked over to where Arkasel was, and sat opposite him, her legs crossed.
"So how did you get picked... Recommendation, Scouted or Applied?" He asked, curiously.
Adelaide thought for a moment. "Well, I was given a brochure by a man when I was in Israel, so I went online and I looked at the website and I applied. They accepted me for this new school year and here I am." She said, and gave a brief smile. "How about you?"
Israel was a story that Adelaide liked to tell. She wanted so desperately for people to admire the fact that she'd competed in Israel, but for some reason with Arkasel, she just decided to skip it, and she didn't know why.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 9, 2010 18:19:25 GMT 10
Sliding down the wall was a comfort exercise to make sure he didn't interrupt himself midway to try and stand up again out of second thoughts. He'd done that before a fair few times and didn't want to have a repeat performance at that very moment in the day. But it seemed the action was noticed as Adelaide stood up and stretched herself out, only then had he noticed exactly how small she was compared to her harp and how freakishly large he must have seemed in comparison to her and the instrument.
As she sat down in front of him he held both hands locked over his knee that was tight up to his chest and asked how she had managed to find herself in the school. Her reply was surprising as she told him a tale of receiving a pamphlet from Israel and applying. "Now that's interesting, what had you in Israel to begin with? Sight-seeing or business?" he asked back. Israel was one of the few places he actually dreamed of working at in the future, not only for the research that he had read but that in the past eight years it had created five Nobel prize winners. Anywhere that could manage that automatically garnered his attention, the fact it catered to all three sciences of which he loved just made it near perfect. It made him want to talk more about it... before she asked how he had gotten here.
He gave a small sigh as his left hand fell and then raised up to rub the back of his neck before replying. "I kind of had an accident at my old school that resulted in being asked to leave. There was this physics expo thing and they hadn't checked everything fully over which meant they missed out on finding a power supply was faulty... Namely mine" he said as he thought back to that day and nearly cringed at the memory.
"Long story short, my turbine went nuts and wound up throwing it's blades off and nearly taking my own head clean off as well as a teacher because of a surge. However someone from here had been there a noticed it wasn't my fault, they offered me a chance to be somewhere where the likes of such things would happen again." he said as he subconsciously rubbed at the thin scar up his left wrist from one of the blades, it wasn't a day he liked remembering to much.
"I signed up right away and wound up here... Haven't looked back on it since" he added after, a complete lie on his part since he could still hear the teachers yelling at him as well as the principal for it happening when it was clear the power had been the issue and not the experiment itself. It still made him doubt that people would ever think otherwise if something similar happened again which is why he was paranoid about the safety of others when doing so.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 10, 2010 18:17:25 GMT 10
As Adelaide watched Arkasel talk, she felt a little subconcious. He asked about Israel and she weighed the options. For some reason she didn't want to brag about Israel, but since he had asked, she supposed that she would have to say something.
"Business. It was the International Israel Harp Competition." She said, and quietly added, "I came third."
Arkasel went on to talk about how he came to attend Desrosiers'. As he did, he seemed to rub a scar on his left wrist, apparently from the accident. Without thinking, Adelaide leaned forward and took hold of his wrist.
"Damn, that looks like it could have got your hand off." She said, tracing the scar with her finger, but as soon as she realised that she had quite inappropriately grabbed onto the strangers hand, she gently let go, and felt a tad embarrassed. Even though she was trying to behave herself, she couldn't deny her nature. She was always going to be the bold Louisianan redhead, who called people by pet names and didn't hesitate to cuss, even though it was rude for a woman.
"Well," She began, in reply, "It looks like you love it here. I've only been here a little while and I'm already meeting some amazing people. The food is great, though it wouldn't kill them to make a good gumbo, and the French countryside is beautiful. Still, I can't help but miss home. Not my parents, but more my friends." Adelaide smiled, thoughtfully. "I had my own gang of rowdy boys. We used to go down and sit in the tree that hung over Granger's bayou and get drunk."
Adelaide realised that it wasn't polite to talk like that in front of a stranger, so she tried to excuse herself. "Louisiana has a big drinking culture, so it's pretty common." Somehow she had embarrassed herself again. She blushed and moved on. "Point it, I don't think I'll find the same sort of people around here. My roommates all seem like girly girls. I've already been invited shopping." She laughed, but then realised she was rambling again.
"So, do you ever miss home?"
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 11, 2010 7:25:10 GMT 10
"Well that sounds like one hell of an adventure no-one else here has under their belt" he replied as she quietly mumbled her position and he gave a small laugh. "Tough competition" he said before he revealed his way of arriving at the school and a rub of the wrist as the memory flared slightly and he felt the sting again. That was before she suddenly grabbed his hand and began to run a finger along it a seemed impressed that he still had his hand from it. He sat a little surprised for a moment at the sudden action before laughing weakly and nodding his head a little.
"Yeah, gotta be thankful for metal watches. Thing was torn to pieces before it hit me" he said as she let his hand drop away and he did his best not to let his hand wader to his right collar where it had bounced off to and left another scar. That's all he was, a scar covered intellectual who really didn't look the part well enough to fit in anywhere.
When he mentioned that he'd liked it here she replied back about her experience so far and the little issue of gumbo. That and missing her home an friends, something he didn't except for his grandfather. Northern Ireland was a bad history he just wanted to forget and leave to fade away in the sands of time, not have constantly haunting him. Though her little smile helped him avoid showing it as he matched it back as she described the tree and drinking.
That was before she seemed to be suddenly ashamed a little and blamed it on Louisiana's culture as nothing big. It made him laugh a little as he shook his head, "Just remember you're talking to an Irishman here. We've got the largest culture of drinkers you'll find this side of the known universe" he replied as he felt the temptation to drink rise again but went against it since he knew the smell would be strong enough the second he opened the bottle to grab her attention that this distance.
Then she told him that she thought the chances of finding friends like back home was low since her roommates where very girly and not the usual type since she'd been invited shopping already. He was about to reply just as she gave a laugh and asked if he ever missed home which made him freeze before shaking his head after a moment slowly and sighing a little.
"No... Easiest way to say is back home wasn't great for me. Doubt they'd really notice if I didn't return" he replied before deciding to take a leap out of the norm and try to get off the subject. "Shopping sounds rough but, not the sort of thing a tree swinger would be enjoying to much" he said as he lifted his hands off his leg and let it fall to the floor slightly as they rested in-front of him together. "The science labs are also a great place to get a drink as well if you find yourself missing that. Just come find me" he added after. It would be nice to not sit as a silent alcoholic every night, even if it was just for once to drink with someone else at the school.
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Adelaide Peyroux
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Sept 12, 2010 2:25:19 GMT 10
"The science labs are also a great place to get a drink as well if you find yourself missing that. Just come find me." Arkasel said.
Adelaide was astounded by the invitation. It was nice to think that there was someone who actually cared for her company while drinking. This guy had seen what she was like sober, so why would he even possibly want to see her drunk?
"Uh, yeah." She said, kind of stunned. "You can count on it. Sure. But where will you get it from?"
Adelaide watched Arkasel for a bit. He seemed a lot more comfortable in the conversation now, and so did she. She honestly felt happy to be around him. He was different. Someone she had never known before, but it felt good.
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Arkasel Redfield
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Sept 12, 2010 11:42:37 GMT 10
After deciding to risk it and offering to help her find a drink if she needed it up in the science labs, Arkasel found the momentary silence slightly unnerving as it slowly grew into a darker and stronger monstrosity that ate away at his self confidence. That was until she replied with a slightly stunned yes and another silence as she told him he count on it as she asked where he would get it from.
It made him feel a lot more relieved as he let a weak chuckle escape his lips at the idea. "Alchemy is the science of turning one thing into another, Chemistry is just a prime example of it" he replied with a nod. Not many had thought of using the schools fractal stills for making drink and even those who had usually chickened out at the last minute. It was what made him feel a lot more confident making it, he was less likely to be caught by a fellow student as he did so.
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