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Post by Aponi Lebennon on Apr 10, 2010 16:46:47 GMT -5
Aaran stared at the building in front of him. He was incredibly nervous, and felt even more vulnerable than usuall. He had no idea what awaited him. in the academy, he only wanted to find our why he had been given these powers. He saw other people like him, walking, and talking in the morning sunlight. Aaran garnered a few strange glances from passers by, but he smiled and most people just went about their buisness. He couldn't find an entrance or a front desk He paced a bit, but was too nervous to ask for help.
He was very tired after his long journey from India, his grandfather having directed him there. He was feeling quite nervous and lonely, and all he wanted was some help. He had one bag containing his clothes and some odd posessions, and that was it. He hoped that he would be allowed to stay at the acedemy. He had nowhere to go, if he couldn't, and the mere thought brought his whole world crashing to a standstill. He almost cried, but managed to hold himself to. He would be brave, and he would be strong.
He sat on the ground, and crossed his legs, gazing over the world around him. He knew full well that people around him would think he was a girl. And undoubtedly, he would play by what they thought, and introduce himself as Sophie Wilde, the new comer. Usually, he got some looks from the boys, but he ignored them, and nothing ever happened. Luckily. The girls could appreciate that he wasn't interested., and got along with him, because he didn't attract too much attention away from them.
So, as he sat thinking about his life, and how it would be changed. Or, how he hoped it would be changed. He would learn to controll his gifts, and become proficient in using them. He would learn where they came from and why he had them. He hoped. A sudden fear once again threatened to overwhelm him, but he merely sighed. Fear was a common thing for him, and he had elarned to accept it. He sighed once again, and dashed away the tears that had formed at the edge of hie eyes. Frail of body, frail of mind, he told himself angrily. He hung his head, and wondered if he really would fit in...
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on Apr 12, 2010 12:25:30 GMT -5
For anyone else, keeping up with finals and going to work might be a challenge. But Jonathan Empris had excellent time-management skills, and not only was he keeping his grades up, he was again at the top of his class. While he worked part-time at the Why Not Diner, it didn't eat up his study time. No, Jon studied on the subway ride to Brooklyn, and on the way back to the University. He studied during his breaks at work, and when he didn't have class, he was studying on his own time. He'd been studying so often lately that he'd already read each course's text book front to back. He'd gone through the detailed notes he took when the teachers lectured them. There really wasn't anything else the boy could study, and his tests weren't for another five days.
So he was left with something he was unaccustomed to. Down time. He had nothing to do, and usually he would go to the library and check out a book and hole himself up in his dorm until it was read. So he did that. And it was only 10am.
Unable to find anything productive to do with his time, Jon decided to do something he hadn't since autumn. He went for a jog around the campus. He threw on his sport shorts and a singlet and tied his runners. Then he was out the door and doing laps around the Academy grounds.
He'd passed by Aaran twice already, and on his third time he saw the 'girl' wiping away tears. The telltale sign of a new student; luggage and uncertainty. Jon was lucky, as he began his education at the Academy when he was young. His parents both attended, and he always knew he would. Orientation was simple, as he'd started at the very beginning of the school year. He knew how awkward it could be for newcomers that came in the middle of a semester. Students at the Academy were well aware that other students started any time they decided to attend - even at the very end of the school year. Chances were this 'girl' wouldn't be able to cram a year of education into five days, but 'she' could at least get settled in for the summer and then start up next year.
"Hey," He greeted her, slowing to a walk. Jon always had a weak spot for a damsel in distress, and he couldn't just let her sit there all day while he carried on doing... nothing. "Everything okay?" His easy, boyish smile was open and generous. He was clearly someone who was willing to help 'her' out, and his hand gestured to the bag.
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Post by Aponi Lebennon on Apr 12, 2010 17:02:04 GMT -5
Aaran started as he heard the stranger spoke. He quickly rose to his feet and put on a nervous smile, very much showing his nervousness. But he suckered in a deep breath and calmed down. He saw the other person's smile, and his willingness to help, the hand gesture obviously showing that he'd be willing to helpp witht he bags.He looked down, before sucking in a deep breath and calming down, and leveling his gaze with the other person's eyes. Plucking up the courage to do so, he said hello back;
"H...Hi. I'm Sophie." He said, stuttering a little but firmly still. He just had to apply himself. His voice was naturally quite high, so he never had any troubles letting slip there. He had a natural feminine curve, but no breasts. This was sometimes conspicuous, but people didn't usually notice. Everything else about him was so girlish, that any other thought didn't occur to them.
"I'm new, and I was looking for a way in, and someone to talk to?" He asked, his brow slightly furrowing. "I've come from a long way, so I'm pretty tired." He laughed a little, but quickly descended back into silence. The whole ordeal was taking it's toll, and the already tired boy slumped back to the ground, yawning. He sneezed and a little bit of golden dust erupted from his slight figure. He shook his ehad and giggled, before turning his olive eyes back to the stranger, who he was still waiting to introduce him or herself. He crossed his legs slowly, and cracked his knuckles, before wincing in pain. He'd never do THAT again.
The boy seemed nice, he seemed like he was completely helpful, maybe Aaran could even trust him, but he wasn't totally sure, and he knew more than many not to judge people from their first encounter. It just wasn't a good idea. And so, Aaran decided that he would put some faith in the younng man, and waited for him to respond.
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on Apr 25, 2010 19:04:53 GMT -5
Jon nodded, Sophie having confirmed his suspicion. It wasn't too difficult to point out a new kid. He watched as Sophie stood up, then sat back down again. His brows puckered, in both confusion and concern.
"Yeah, you look tired," Jon agreed just before Sophie sneezed, "bless you." As Sophie crossed 'her' legs, Jon felt a little bit awkward standing. He didn't feel like sitting down either; that was the worst way to cool off after a jog, and he didn't fancy the idea of having to wipe his butt after.
"I'm uh, I'm Jon," He would have held out his hand if Sophie were on the same level as him. As it was, he just scratched his nose. His eyes drifted to the single bag the 'girl' possessed. "Did you uh... need a hand with that?" Probably not, seeing as how it didn't look very heavy, but he would feel less than gentlemanly if he didn't at least offer. His curiosity was piqued however, by the lack of luggage for someone who claimed to have 'come from a long way'.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, not realizing that he seemed eager to depart. It wasn't cold out, but the wind was picking up enough to warn him that the temperature would drop soon. He didn't think Sophie would appreciate the weather change any more than he would, but he didn't think to mention it. He figured they'd be inside long before they had to worry about something like that.
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Post by Aponi Lebennon on Apr 25, 2010 19:47:45 GMT -5
Realizing that it was quite awkward, Aaran stood up, yawning and stretching. There was nothing like a nice afternoon in which to sit down. He held out his hand, making up for when Johnathan hadn't. But soon regretted it. What if he ignored him? What if he thought Aaran was being strange. he started to freak a little, but soon calmed down. It would be allright.
He glanced at his bag. He looked shyly at Jon
"It's quite heavy... Would you mind?" He asked, his face shining a little as a nervous smile crept onto it. That wasn't so bad. The bag probably wasn't heavy at all. It had some shoes, some clothes, a few small trinkets, and some art materials and some rolled up sketches. The bag itself was a bit old, and brown, with a top almost like a lid and leather strapps. Aaran could see the tops of his drawings on the paper and blushed.
"Unfortunately, I had to travel light. I left home with next to nothing, and working as a washerwoman in a poor reigion of India isn't the best source of income." He said, in a melancholy tone. He hated thinking about his home, sometimes. It was such a downer. Oh well. He smiled again, this time letting his teeth show. He had been told his smile was nice. He didn't often get a chance to smile properly, so he did every time he could.
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on Apr 25, 2010 20:10:39 GMT -5
He watched Sophie stand and stretch. When she stuck out her hand, Jon shook it readily, glad the opportunity hadn't passed him by. He was a little surprised when Sophie accepted his offer, but judging by the girl's slim physique, she probably wasn't accustomed to dragging weights around. He readily followed through with his offer, as Jon was never one to go back on his word.
He didn't notice the papers, preferring to give people their privacy. He didn't like to snoop, despite his naturally investigative personality, and because of this, Sophie would be spared a conversation focused on her artwork. He lifted the bag, weighing it before he slung the strap over his shoulder. He nodded ahead of them, where the nearest entrance to the school was located. As they walked, he listened to Sophie's story.
"India?" He didn't suppress his surprise or his intrigue. It tickled him funny that Sophie referred to herself as a 'washerwoman', considering how she still didn't look old enough to be considered anything more than a girl. But he didn't comment, instead tucking away this information for later discussion. Jon looked back to the open smile on her face, "That must have been fascinating! Did you visit the Taj Mahal? Were you anywhere near Agra? Did you learn to speak Hindi? Punjabi? Did you visit the River Ganges?" Of course Jon would know everything about India. Though he was well versed in the glamourous affairs of India, he also knew a little of the less than glamourous regions. Though being an eternal optimist, Jon preferred to only comment on the good things.
He opened the door ahead of them and held it aside so Sophie could enter. "Ladies first," He insisted.
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Post by Aponi Lebennon on Apr 25, 2010 20:35:24 GMT -5
Aaran smiled and went through the door. He was glad that someone was being so kind - he had been scared of coming to the academy. Very scared inded. Jon seemed really nice, though, and he clung to that thought.
"I didn't see the Taj Mahal. I went there on a pilgrimmage to the river ganges, and stayed in a fairly low development area near there. I learned to speak something, though I don't know what. I think it might have been hindi." He was not sure what language he had learned, but he sure as hell hoped that Jon didn't ask him about it. He had been awful at pronouncing things, and while his understanding was great, his speach was terrible and relied mostly on actions to guide him.
"Where do we go from here?" He asked. He had been told his dorm number. 512. Jon seemed confident, and so polite, that he could be sure that he would be able to get to his dorms fairly quickly. He then had to remind himself, and that he was not supposed to be smitten by polite boys offering their help. He was suppsosed to like cute girls. But the problem was, that cute girls never offered to help him. They always ignored him, or found him adoreable. And that was because he was a weakling.
He turned to Jon and smiled. He'd get over it one day. he was sure. But for now, he had a new school to get used to, and a boy needed to show him where his dorm was.
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on Apr 25, 2010 20:48:56 GMT -5
A pilgrimage? Jon was bursting with curiosity. And how did someone not know the name of the language they were speaking? That would have been the first question he asked. But it sounded like Sophie wasn't there for an educational experience, as Jon would be, but the boy still struggled to understand how it was possible. Such things blew his mind. Sometimes it even pained him when people didn't take advantage of an experience like that, but he tried to see it from Sophie's point of view. Difficult, seeing as how he'd just met her.
He was about to ask her more questions when instead she asked one of her own. Where did they go from here?
"Good question. Where do you want to go first?" He wasn't presumptuous. He wasn't sure if she'd already been to the administrator's office to sign up and sign in, or if she was looking for her quarters already. If she wasn't sure what she should do, he'd take her to see the head master. If anyone knew what to do, it would be him.
You must have learned Hindi. Only the Hindi call the river 'Ganges'. If you were on the Bangladesh side of the river you'd be calling it Gonga! Plus, the river is worshiped by those practicing Hinduism. Yeah, it must have been Hindi. Maybe she'll teach me a couple words. Jon's excitement increased as they stood in the hallway together.
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