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Post by maususama on Dec 28, 2006 8:47:45 GMT 1
"Zeitrechnung zu aufstehen!" came the call from the newly opened blue door.
The mass under the dark green bed sheets shifted slightly, a foot popped out but no realy movement occured. The creature lay sound asleep still under the blanket of deep evermore green. Unacceptable. Foot steps echoed as the owner of the voice entered, house shoes shuffling on the cold floor in content steps of early morning waking. "Es ist ein schön label, mein Tochter, " the woman's voice continued as she stood aside the frameless bed. Poking well manicured nails into the mass of earthtone brown and evermore green conforter- and the mass of millions of other blankets. Did this girl ever get hot?!
Apparently not as the cacoon of sheets tightened around the form of what was to be a girl- long black hair poking out here and there, as another foot joined the first. And the sound of heavy base could be heard from where the head of the girl should be. The woman took a deep breath and sighed loudly. Crossing her arms, the graying blonde tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and shouted, "SIE SIND GEHEND NACH VERPäTEN!
Slowly but surely, the sleeping person sat up and stretched, untanned arms seemed even longer than before. The usually well kept girl, sat up and stared at the backs of her eyelids as the graying blonde smiled and asked with a thick german accent, "Did you sleep well?"
Opening one dark gray blue eyes, the creature stretched and yawned, "Yes, Bemuttern." "Wundervoll!" the woman exclaimed, clapping her hands and getting very close, kissing the cheek of the girl, " and Welches würden Sie gefällt als Frühstück?" "Cinnmon lemon toast and lime eggs, she sighed, laying back down and hugging a neon green pillow. "Beeilen es wirst sein fertig sobald," the woman laughed, leaving the room and heading down the stairs of their home. Sighing heavily, "Learn english already, Mom," then adjusted her headphones and turned up her walkman as she layed back down and fell asleep. ---------------------
The door slammed open as the salt and peppered man burst in. With his tie around his forehead, he announced loudly with more aggresion than the woman, whom he called wife, had, "Lyre-chan, time to get up! The tenpi is shainingu and today is a oogata day!
The muffled reply came from underneath gray and black sheets, "Go sakini. En ni-do nemuri! Choudai auto!"
"Who kaishou to their otokooya like that? Nani? Choudai appu!" he approached the dark green bed and crossed his arms, shinai sword ready for a good morning fight. "I need my sleep! Let me sleeeep!" "Fine. We'll get you out of bed the hard way. EEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" With one swift move, the shinai came down lightning quick onto the sheets of the bed- but there was no movement within them. "What in the-" "HA! I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" And down came the girl, fully dressed and carrying no more than a well loved shinai arching down in a swift and mighty blow.
With the best of his skills, the man blocked the first strike, the second as well and deflected the third with ease but missed the fourth- which hit him square between the eyes with a solid 'THWACK'. Falling with a thud the man game a false death rattle and lay still. Rolling her eyes and running a hand through her hair, Lyre stood in the doorway and winked, "Better luck next time, Ojiisan."
The man sighed as the boy walked away, I am not old.
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Dressed and down the stairs in no time. The towering girl sang softly to the booming music attached to her ears and stepped into the kitchen where breakfast waited. Stomach gumbling, a broad grin spread onto her lips as she started to reach for her breakfast. Slipping in under her arm, her father made a grab for it and with a loud grunt Lyre put him in a headlock. Flailing, he yelled and squirmed- nothing really worth noting just yelling to yell.
"Lyre, loslassen ihrer vater!" her mother shouted. coming in with bowls of oatmeal and turning an interesting shade of scarlet.
Letting go as commanded, the girl folded the eggs between the cinnamon toast and kissed her mom on the cheek, "I'll be late if I sit and eat," kissing her father on the forhead- which was now slightly purple, "Have a good day."
Sighed softly, both parents sat at the table and Lyre smiled softly and sped out the door. Her first day back in public school! She sang several notes of the song she was listening too and turned as she heard her father's voice echo out, "REMEMBER," and then her mother's voice, "NULL KAMPF!"
Waving, she smiled, "ICH CHIGIRI," and ran down the street as to avoid more of the shouting conversation.
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Post by Jason Cross on Dec 28, 2006 10:00:16 GMT 1
Basch having just lost the last bit of his dignity in asking a stranger for a smoke and taking money had his head bowed as he walked down the street to wards the dorm. In his mouth was one of the fresh nicotine sticks and with every puff he felt a bit more calmed. His eyes remained on his left hand which held an unopened loaf of bread, his food until he could find a job or source of income in this town. The focus was so intense on the bread that he hadn't noticed the ashes of his cigarette falling onto his shoes and pants or the girl coming the opposite direction.
Due to a street lamp he instinctively took a step to his left and unknowingly into the path of the girl. His eyes barely catching the shadow would make him look up just in time to walk into her and fall onto his rear end, his thoughts instantly questioning if his cigarette had been broken. Yet after a moment of sitting on the ground he realized his lack of manners and scrambled to his feet. Looking to the person and seeing the obvious height difference he absent of mind muttered in Russian, "They grow them big in America."
Shaking his head lightly he hoped she didn't understand and started to speak with his heavy Russian accent and poor English skills, "I apologize. It seems I was to focus..ed, on other things at the moment." As he spoke his unharmed cigarette fell to the ground and he laughed lightly. "Perhaps I should watch where I go a bit better."
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Post by maususama on Dec 29, 2006 2:13:46 GMT 1
For several moments, Lyre dared to think she would be able to run all the way to school without issue or accident. Why and how could she have thought that but she did, closing her eyes for a long moment she dared to laugh out a note or two and as if right on cue. She opened her eyes and collided with what she hoped was a mailbox. Mailboxes couldn't throw punches, couldn't yell and couldn't break arms unless you continued to slam into the side of it until one could hear and feel the thrillingly stomach churning sensation of a protruding bone. But alas- Lyre Noituac was not so lucky.
Sandaled feet facing toward the fallen boy- oh great he looked older than she was! Hoping and praying he didn't have a temper, or at least a temper that someone how miraculously allowed girls, no matter how tall, get away with such a small incident. Before she could over come her fear of starting a fight without intentions, the gray haired boy stood up and spoke in a harsh language she thought for a moment was German- but the dialect was way off. Bright gray blue eyes met the light blue of the guy, a slight blue lighting on her face as he apologized in a thick accent. Curiously, she watched the cigarette fall from his shirt front and nearly jumped out of her skin when he laughed.
Oh stop it Lyre, it was an accident and it's not like he got up and pulled a knife, her inner Lyre demanded. And the outer Lyre agreed, stooping, she picked up the fallen cigarette and the bag of bread. Cautiously standing back to her full height, she smiled broadly, "I'm sorry seems I wasn't paying enough attention to where I was going," holding the length of the cigarette between pointer and middle finger and the unopened loaf of bread in the other hand, "You're not hurt?"
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Post by Jason Cross on Dec 29, 2006 3:19:50 GMT 1
Basch with a smile listened, it was fairly clear that it was taking him a short bit of time to process what she said. "I wont feel like dancing in joy anytime soon but I am okay." Even as he said this he seemed to hold a slight bit of disgust to wards his own accent, how much it stood out. "I think it was my fault as well. You are okay too?"
Basch would patiently wait for a reply before starting to ask a question that came to mind, "Are you a student at Hircine? I just came to area, it'd be nice to know of someone who knows how things work here." His face held only pleasantness in it though he seemed to want to waver between seriousness and a playful tone.
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Post by maususama on Dec 29, 2006 3:51:52 GMT 1
Shaking her head, raven hair flaring over her pale shoulders, Lyre laughed, the sound softer than moonlit butterfly wings against a gentle breeze, still holding out the bread and cigarette for him. How kind of him to worry about her when she was the one runin gwith her eyes closed! Smiling still, letting her natural joy shine though to her new unamed aquaintance, "What is wrong with me? I'm Lyre Noituac. I think we're going to have to agree that we're both the cause for our accident, or we'll be appologizing back for forth for hours. So don't worry about me. Takes quite a bit of force to shakes these walls. "
Looking around, she blinked Uh-oh. Before he had the opportunity to ask anything else, Lyre blushed in embarassment, "I hate to ask you this, especially after out litte collision- but do you know which way Hircine High is? I just realized I walked out of the door with my little map and I really don't want to be late on my first day."
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Post by Jason Cross on Dec 29, 2006 4:56:42 GMT 1
Basch would smile to show that he was glad that she was okay. Seeing her become a bit concerned at his question about the high school he waited for her to speak then replied, "I am new here also. Yet I think I might have a solution." He had noticed that the dorm he was staying in was right there and if he went up he remembered a map left for him. "If you'll give me a moment I think I can help us both out."
Letting out a light smile he nodded to her while taking his things and heading into the building. After a few minutes he came back out as quickly as he entered. In his mouth he held a half eaten piece of bread, and in the corner sat a cigarette he decided he'd use to replace his earlier one. He smiled and looked to his hand which held a little directory on how to get to the school. "I tink we go dat way," was all he could mutter without dropping his food. His hand was outstretched in the direction she had gone before their collision.
Yet rather than leading the way he let his hand come out to hand her the map. Seeing that she'd likely read it better than himself in case he was incorrect was his motive. Quickly finishing the slice of bread he took in a deep breath. He still held a pleasantness in his face until it faulted a second then he spoke, "Oh you introduced yourself and I forgot to do so myself. I am sorry again, I am Basch." He would pause to think for a moment, "It is a please to meet you, Lyre. Right?" The question seemed to both ask if her name was correct and if he'd used his little English well or not, he feared not.
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Post by maususama on Dec 29, 2006 20:31:13 GMT 1
What an odd guy, her father would have called him 'quirky'- having run all the way back to his dorms and come back with nothing more than a new cigarette and a map. A map! Now she- they could get to the school without any big issues and today could finally be underway. Inside, Lyre was dancing on a tightrope made of human hair and watching the thread slowly begin to break- this was, of course, a fictional way of saying literally she felt like she was rushing blindly into a less than hopeful, though possibly successful situation with a perfect stranger, a map, and a stomach full of lime eggs and cinnamon lemon toast. Watching him eat the piece of bread, and hearing him mumble the direction- a thought crossed her mind about that loaf of bread. That couldn't have honestly been all he had to eat, was it?
She smiled softly as he held out the map to be seen. Poor guy was worried that he hadn't chosen the right way, but he had. Which was lucky for them both because no sooner had she glanced the map, it was memorized and she knew the flight plan. Nodding, Lyre agreed and confirmed, "The pleasure is all mine, Basch. Looks like that's the right way."
Starting to walk, Lyre started to dig in her backpack and hummed softly. From the looks of the contents, not only had her mother made sure she was fully stocked but her father had thought it necessary to add several boxes of pocky and a container of spicy sushi. What was wrong with her father? She couldn't eat all of this, especially not when she was so nervous about her first day. Digging deeper, she found the small box her mother had designated as her 'lunch box' though it was more of a mini trough with a sealed top. To provide some conversation, Lyre continued talking to him, "You've got a heavy accent on you. Mind me asking where you hail from? I almost thought you were German but that's not right- is it?"
Opening the trough carefully, she sighed, chicken blinna, cabbage rolls, fruit dumplings, and cheese buttons. Again way too much food for her- looking over, and again without waiting for his reply, she held out what was in the 'lunch box' and sighed, "There's no way I can eat all this. You want it?"
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Post by Jason Cross on Dec 30, 2006 5:12:56 GMT 1
Basch's face showed a heavy smile in knowing that he'd deciphered the map correctly. After she asked the first question he was prepared to reply only to have her start digging in her pack so he politely waited. It was then that he waited for the second question to be asked before he would nod lightly.
With a bit of a smile he choose to answer the questions verbally so took the unlit cigarette into his hand, "To answer the first question, I am from Russia. It makes sense they would be similar. I have been in this country only two or so years, though... I haven't really had much stationed position to learn English too well so I may not speak it correctly."
After finishing with the first question he scratched his head as he was sure he'd said something wrong. He would shake off the annoyance without missing a step. "I hope not to seem desperate or to... impose? Yet I would love to share. Though it would feel odd to just, take it from you and that'd... I would feel the need to repay you."
Taking a glance around he looked at her with a slight concern. "You don't mind if I have this smoke, and do you smoke for that matter? I brought one more with me just in case or for later. Been on a drought from them recently."
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Post by maususama on Dec 30, 2006 20:33:02 GMT 1
Russia? Opa spent time there. He met Oma there. But this she only thought this to herself as she still held out the trough lunchbox as she adjusted her backpack. He was an interesting guy, Basch was, but she could understand him about as well as she could understand her parents in a fight of German vs Japanese- but those didn't happen often anymore, at least not infront of her. Mostly because she began to blend the words together and speak Germainc-Japanese, which made her not only impossible to understand but scared her parents so badly they quit. Perfect plan, though she still did it sometimes when the right mood crossed.
She laughed, he was afraid of imposing? Was he not looking into this huge lunchbox? There was enough food in there to feed nearly three people as it was and darn it it was starting to get heavy with one hand only to support it. Shaking her head, earings shimmering in the morning light, "You don't understand- both my parents put way too much food in here and I honestly can't eat it all," she nodded, " that and 'losing' this trough of a lunchbox would be much appreciated," thinking for a long moment, "infact it would be a honor to share this with someone as new as me. Think of it as a small beginning to friendship."
Looking ahead, she sighed out a note of nervousness. She hadn't been to a public school since she had been eight- and that private school was less than welcoming. Quietly she wondered if she would have to endure the same harassments she did there and if she could handle it this time. True- she was nearly a nine or ten inches taller than Basch but that didn't mean there was someone taller than her who already had her on their 'to kill' list. She laughed to herself as the thought of kill lists going at another school, man oh man would she be in trouble. For some reason- when your the tallest, the fighting went two ways- either they all wanted to fight or no one wanted to fight you. But- she sighed softly, this was all left to be seen.
And then came his request of smoking and the question of wether she did or not and if she wanted one. Smiling sweetly, Lyre shrugged, "You can qualmen if you want, I've tried it once or twice before, " she tilted her head to the side, "not my thing. Danke for offering though. "
Not seeming to realize she had spoken in German, she turned the corner remebering the exact way to go- wonderful map he had on him. Easy to read and clear enough to be memorized in a few moments of time, she waited long enough for him to catch up. She always did forget with her legs, her stride was just a bit longer than other people's own. She smiled and hummed a few notes of 'moonlight sonada' as she pulled out a bottle or lemon juice and took a swig of it.
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Post by Jason Cross on Jan 1, 2007 23:01:26 GMT 1
(ooc: Sorry about the time it has taken me to reply.)
Basch still followed her as closely as possible though he had to increase his pace to keep up. He would tilt his head lightly as she laughed in a way wondering if he had said something stupid. When she spoke though he just realized it pertained to the amount of food she had been given. With a bit of a smile he began to speak, "It would indeed be a honor to share an meal between friends." He would nod lightly to himself as he finished speaking.
Basch would raise the cigarette to the corner of his mouth away from her and lighting it while still walking. He would take great care to make sure when he exhaled it would drift away from her direction. "Are you nervous about this school? Should I be nervous about this school?" He would take a short puff then hold it between his fingers for a moment. "I haven't been to a proper school before. Well not for more than a couple weeks." His hand without the cigarette would raise up and run through his hair.
Wanting to change the subject he would quickly begin to speak again without leaving her too much time to respond. "You reverted to a different tongue, I don't want to be over confident. Yet it seemed like German if I am correct? Associates of mine when I were in Russia worked with a few people from Germany." This time he would pause and give her room to speak.
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