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Post by Natanaele Williams on May 2, 2013 8:24:58 GMT -5
 NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER
Well, he might've been lost.
Actually, yes… Natanaele was lost. "Maledetto." he cursed in italian, hazel eyes narrowing as he frowned. Nat had been on his way to his first class of the day, which was… gah, now he couldn't remember. Moving to pull his time-table from the dark school uniform trousers, he would settle himself with a light sigh, usually rather neat hair a little messy in his somewhat rushed state. True, he wasn't late for class… but he was lost. And that sucked. He was too self-conscious to ask anyone, as the italian senior didn't want to hinder anyone getting to their own class… but he honestly had no idea where to go!
Glancing to his time-table, and remembering it was a Monday… Maths first then. Okay, right, he could deal with that - Maths was fine for him. But hmm… he'd have to guess, he supposed. If only there were those direction board-map things like at zoos saying "you are here" and such. Jeez, why was he thinking about zoos? That creeped him out… and the tiger part of him disliked that too. Ugh. He shook himself back onto the right train of thought. He needed to get to the class. That was right. Class. Phew.
Nat had arrived just the day before - roughly mid-day - and had received some time to settle into his dorm which was evidently shared with someone else, of whom he had yet to properly meet. He'd got up at a reasonable time that morning, enough to get some breakfast, a shower, and accurately dress himself in the school uniform which thankfully wasn't too uncomfortable. There was the slight problem of being short (as usual) as Natanaele had found himself, despite being a senior, shorter than some of the Sophomores even. Now that was kinda embarrassing… but eh, he supposed he couldn't help it.
Glancing to his watch, of which Nat had carefully made sure was abiding to the school dress-code, he noted he had roughly ten minutes until class started. Well, he hoped he could stumble across it in that time, because he certainly wasn't very sure of himself. And so, picking a direction, off he set, uncertainly casting his gaze around, looking for some kind of clue or such. "Lets give this a shot..." he mumbled, voice accented thickly in Italian.
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Post by Ethan Fabre on May 3, 2013 1:38:45 GMT -5
Ethan Fabre Brown eyes flickered across the paper, scanning its contents thoroughly. Once the brunette was done absorbing the information, he shoved it into the confines of his left trouser pocket as he maneuvered his way through the crowd of bustling students. Swiftly, he passed by a pair of squealing girls, embracing each other. The corners of his mouth turned downwards at the sight and sound of their high-pitched voices. How could they be so energetic so early in the morning? It was annoying. Being stuck in a hallway full of people was annoying. The French teen shook his head in disapproval, continuing to weave around the students as he searched for his first class of the day.
By no means was he a morning person. After getting up at seven that morning, Ethan promptly went back to bed with the intention of simply closing his eyes for a few more minutes. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Nearly an hour later, the boy had found himself with a little less than half an hour to get dressed and out the door. Shoving on his uniform, the brunette made it to the classroom buildings with just ten minutes to spare. Lady Luck was on his side today, though he began to vaguely wonder if he had locked the door to his room that morning. Sudden panic seized his heart as he began to contemplate whether or not he should return to check. With the time ticking, he was unsure if he should risk the chance. What was there to steal? Well, there was his laptop and his roommate's belongings...
Ethan paused abruptly, causing a student to crash into him. Muttering a few curses at the French boy, the student walked around him, glaring as he passed by the sophomore. Whirling around, the teen decided that being late to class a few minutes was much better than having his and his roommate's possessions stolen. Although he had yet to meet his roommate, Ethan had seen another person's items in the dorm room. He didn't have to be genius to know that said roommate would be seething with fury if he had learned that Ethan left the door open and let some thief waltz right in. With an exasperated sigh, the brunette made his way down the hall. Several minutes later, it was growing increasingly apparent that he was lost. Glancing around, the teen looked for someone to help. "Hey, could you tell me where the nearest exit is?" he asked in English, reaching to tap a red-brown haired boy's shoulder. ✿ Word Count: 425. ✿ Tags: Nat and everyone else. ✿ Notes: Pft, he has bad memory.8| |
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Post by Natanaele Williams on May 3, 2013 2:01:41 GMT -5
NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER
He had been passing classrooms, looking at each of the little plaques, and checking which was which. It was then, that the italian realised he was on the wrong end of the school. But, thankfully, the right floor. He really did hate stairs. Turning, and suddenly aware of the absence of the murmur of people, he realised that there were fewer people around who were still moving to their classes. He was kind of worried now. The last thing he needed was to be late for his first class, on his first day. That would really, really suck.
However; a tap upon his shoulder made Nat turn, gaze settling upon a dark-haired other, who simply by appearance, he guessed was younger than himself. Of course… that didn't mean he was taller, and Nat found himself having to look up a small amount to meet the other boy's eyes. The question caused him to blink, before answering truthfully. "Uh, mi dispiace, no..." he answered, a bit of a frazzled yet honest smile upon his face. "I'm new here - I'm not sure where anything is yet." he would add, feeling a little bad he couldn't help.
Nat then had a sudden idea. "I'm trying to find my class, actually, perhaps we could look for our destinaziones together, no?" he would suggest, tilting his head to peer at the younger teen, waiting for an answer, completely unaware of his slips into italian.
Translations:
mi dispiace = sorry
destinaziones = destinations
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Post by Ethan Fabre on May 3, 2013 2:26:07 GMT -5
Ethan Fabre Ethan frowned at the response. Might as well go to class, then; he wasn't going to find the way out of the building anytime soon anyway. All he could do now was pray that no one had decided to walk in his dorm room. Though was was unlikely - most students had already left the dormitory by the time he even bothered to get up, there was that sinking feeling that something bad would occur. But, he supposed it was just his paranoia and attempted to shove thoughts of his dorm room aside, albeit unsuccessful. The thoughts remained, and he wondered if his roommate was violent.
The younger male's brown eyes looked over the other boy as he spoke. It was apparent that he was older than Ethan by a few years, which struck the sophomore as odd. Normally, seniors would have been acquainted with the building already, but he figured that the other boy must have just been transferred in. "Uh, sure," Ethan replied, taking mental note of the older teen's accent and occasional foreign slip. Judging by the accent, the younger teen figured that his companion was from Spain, or perhaps Italy. He wasn't exactly certain, but knew the other boy had been speaking a romance language. "What room are you looking for exactly?" ✿ Word Count: 215. ✿ Tags: Nat and everyone else. ✿ Notes: Sorry. Short post is short. ;~; |
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Post by Natanaele Williams on May 3, 2013 2:52:26 GMT -5
NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER
ooc; no worries c:
Nat would ponder for a moment as to which floor he was on, and shoot a glance around. Ah, floor two - he hadn't bothered to count the steps earlier. He was just glad it wasn't the fifth floor. That would be terrible to have to descend when you were in a rush. Not that he was currently, though. He glanced to his watch, and his brows would perk in some alarm. Six minutes to get to class… he'd be brushing it close, it seemed.
Okay, okay, it was better to stay calm, he reasoned with himself, and the answer from the other brought a nod from Nat, who would motion with a hand for Ethan to walk with him. He was headed in what he believed was the correct direction - down to the other end of the school. The question brought his attention from the floor, back to the other. "Hm… let me check..." he'd answer, pulling out his timetable to read the smaller printed words. With a brief moment, he gave a thoughtful cluck of his tongue, then returned the folded paper to his pocket. "One of the normal classrooms, down the end." he would answer, motioning ahead of them.
He then have a sudden realisation, that he hadn't introduced himself. "Name's Nat by the way - Lieto di vederla."
Translations:
Lieto di vederla. = Nice to meet you.
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Post by Ethan Fabre on May 3, 2013 3:13:35 GMT -5
Ethan Fabre The younger teen yawned, visibly tired from today's morning rush. More than anything, he wanted to return to bed and sleep some more, but school forced him to get out of bed. While the older teen briefly checked his schedule, Ethan did the same, pulling out a crumpled ball of paper from his trouser pocket. Flattening it out to the best of his ability, he glanced over it some more and confirmed his first class. Shoving the wad of paper back into his pocket, Ethan followed the older teen as he scanned the hallway for his first period class.
"Name's Nat by the way - Lieto di vederla."
Ethan paused for a fraction of a second, momentarily confused by Nat's introduction - well, rather the second part of it. But, he brushed it aside and introduced himself in return. "My name's Ethan," he said. "What year you in?" The younger male scratched the back of his neck somewhat uncomfortably. Unsociable by nature, the boy seldom spoke to anyone at all, and on the occasion that he did, he always felt out of place. Solitude was much more comfortable. There was no one to please, no feelings to care about.
The boy's train of thought was interrupted by a rumbling noise from his abdomen. The brunette male blinked profusely, not quite understanding. Soon, however, it was apparent that he was hungry. Right... In his rush, he had forgotten his breakfast. Ethan frowned. Today was not his day. ✿ Word Count: 243. ✿ Tags: Nat & Everybody else. ✿ Notes: ... |
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Post by Natanaele Williams on May 10, 2013 10:47:59 GMT -5
NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER
ooc; sorry it's short, and for how long I procrastinated >.>
Not really wanting to stop, but grateful for his shorter strides, Nat would glance over as Ethan spoke, nodding with a cheery smile, trying to lock the name in his memory, and the face to go with it. He really hated not knowing people - it'd always end up biting him later, depending on how often he'd run into them. A question was directed towards him, and Nat would only let the question hang for a moment, before answering. "Senior - I'm short, I know." he would reply good-naturedly, with a shrug, scanning the plaques on the doors for his class, before glancing back to Ethan. "How 'bout you?" he would then return the question, somewhat curious.
"No, non quello…" he would mutter to himself, referring to the door numbers, before finally picking up on his slips into Italian. "Gah, sorry - I keep on slipping, don't I? I could tell by your expression a moment ago." he would apologise, grinning in an embarrassed manner. "Just remind me if I do slip-up, I'm not very good at correcting myself." Nat would add, before finally finding his classroom. "Ah, here we go." he would thankfully sigh, looking back to Ethan. "Ehi, if you don't know where to go for your class, maybe you could ask the teacher here - Io sono not going to be very useful that way, but I know which general floors each of the classes or subjects should be on, cause it says on the numero listing." Nat would offer, pausing with a hand on the door-knob to the classroom.
Translations:
No, non quello… = No, Not here
Ehi = Hey
Io sono = I'm / I am
Numero = Number
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