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[Natanaele Williams]

NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER

ooc; Gonna set this on a tuesday~


He'd managed to get the basic gist of the layout, and today - no, this morning, Nat had given himself time to walk to his first class - English, if he remembered correctly. Somewhat paranoid, he checked his timetable, and with a sigh of relief, would neatly fold it, and set the paper back in his pocket. He wore the school jumper today, as although he was okay with the cooler temperatures, he didn't sport a full fur coat like his tiger form did. And when he meant fur coat, he'd done some research on his tiger form, and realised it was from Russia. Damn, that must be cold. But anyway, he was here, and looking up, he was glad the room number corresponded to the one on his timetable. The door was open, and other students were moving inside, getting desks, and sitting down. Nat followed suit.

Finding a desk, situated in the second row, Nat would seat himself, setting the books and stationary he'd been carrying down. He probably needed to get a backpack, but for now he'd just been exchanging his books, having secured himself a locker, each period. Then, he'd just go collect the ones he needed at the end of the day, and take them back to his dorm for any homework. Glancing up, the italian would notice the current absence of a teacher, whose name he wasn't sure of yet. Ah well, he'd learn it soon enough.

Taking out a pencil (he had a pen, but that was for writing), Nat would doodle little fuzzy tiger on the palm of his hand. it was a little jerky, due to the uneven surface, but he was proud of himself. Almost in his own little world, "Soffice..." he mumbled to himself, having forgotten to switch dialects. Huh, he was probably thinking in Italian right now. But realising his mistake, Nat would set his mind (and mouth) into English, and try to keep himself there.


Translations:

Soffice = Fuzzy

[Spenser-Sensei]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://myprofilebackgrounds.com/myspace-backgrounds/images/Colors%20~%20Grey/BlackAndWhite-1.gif'); border-top: 5px solid #1F1F1F; border-bottom: 5px solid #1F1F1F] OF ALL THESE THINGS, SO IM THE KING Shit, shit, shit, shit! I'm laaaaaaate! Today was tuesday. Alex did not like tuesday. Tuesday was like the gum scraped off the shoe of monday, and regarding that monday was the worst day of the week, tuesday was pretty damn bad. So being a little late wasn't bad was it? He was only a couple minutes late, not like it was the end of the world. He could do this! He could make it and only have wasted five minutes. This was his moment to shine! Alex rocketed down the corridors, a bagel in his mouth, and a cup of coffee in his hand. He felt like he needed a smoke, but of course he couldn't and if anyone found out, he would be pretty much dead, and out of a job. Anyway, he finally reached the door to his classroom. Bursting in he looked at the rows of students, all suddenly attentive. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the room. "I wasn't late. Got that?" They seemed to relax a bit after that. He stood over at his desk and took the last bite of the bagel, and sipped the coffee, it was cold. He scowled at the cup and went over to the window. He threw the cold liquid out and placed the cup in the bin. "Was cold." He muttered. "Right then! Shall we get started? My name is Alexander Spenser, though you will call me Sir, Spenser-san, Spenser Sir, Master, God, Lord Spenser. I really, really don't care. I have a few rules to start with. Don't doodle in class, YES MR WILLIAMS IM TALKING TO YOU. This is English, NOT, art. Secondly, if you fall asleep in my lesson I will destroy your social life forever. Do not, test me." That was a fair introduction. He already made an example of one child and threatened the entire class. Authority achieved! Woop, woop, I'm an amazing teacher. Deep down he knew this wasn't true, but come on, everyone needs a pick-me-up. "Mr Williams, if you would be so kind, start reading page one of, Of Mice and Men. And dear god, put some emotion into the words, a book should be emotionally stimulating, and reading like a robot does not help!" He sighed and sad down at his desk. He already knew the book page through page, he had memorised it the instant he had read it. words, 000. tags, person. notes, Kay, so i dont mind if u want them to not be reading that book, or for him to not have that book or w/e, itsa english lesson improvise :D credits, kiwii at btn! OFF THIS MESS I HAVE MADE

[Natanaele Williams]

NATANAELE "NAT" WILLIAMS
SENIOR
SHIFTER

He was fine, just sitting there… staring at his palm… but unfortunately for Nat, being the quiet person he was, he received a loud surprise as the teacher burst in. He almost fell of his seat. Almost, as he quickly covered it up by leaning down to pick up his now dropped pencil. There was an introduction, and finally straightening up, and he had a moment to realise he was still thinking in Italian… goddamnit. Focusing on the words, and figuring out what was begin said, he would snap his gaze up at his last name being called. Oooh, that wasn't good. Unfortunately… he had no clue of what had just been said, and he would nod almost mechanically, slightly nervous by the sudden out-burst. Needless to say, he put away his pencil, trying to not draw any more attention to himself.

Unfortunately, it seemed not.

Nat would attentively bring his hazel gaze back to Spenser, and pause for a moment, having to figure out the words (again), before hurriedly shifting through his books with a "Oh, sì, sure." he answered, for a moment wondering if he had it or not. Fumbling, he cam across the correct book, and painfully aware of how long it had taken him, he would turn to the first page, and begin reciting it. Though not exactly in English. "A pochi chilometri a sud di Soledad, il fiume Salinas scende in stretta alla banca collina e scorre in profondità e verde. L'acqua è calda troppo, per essa è scivolata scintillanti sopra le sabbie gialle alla luce del sole prima di raggiungere..."

Nat stopped, confused, not really understanding why his words didn't sound like he had originally wanted them to. Then it hit him. He'd just spoke completely in Italian. And probably nobody have any clue what he had said. "S-sorry." he would mumble, thankful that he had finally found his english. He continued to read, aware of how his strong accent tore at some of his pronunciation. "On one side of the river the golden foothill slopes curve up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, but on the valley side the water is lined with trees- willows fresh and green with every spring, carrying in their lower leaf junctures the debris of the winter's flooding; and sycamores with mottled, white, recumbent limbs and branches that arch over the pool." he would stop, wondering whether to continue or not.

[Spenser-Sensei]

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Alex stood a moment, in awe of the atrocity that he had just read. "This...this...is, hideous." He laughed, and pointed at the boy from whom the letter was from. "At lunch you are to return to this classroom, I am going to give you lessons in poetry because, well, this is disgusting. It makes my ears, mind, and eyes, bleed from how much it...well for use of a better word, sucks." He laughed again and waved the other girl on to start reading again while he shook his head in despair. Kids these days, no sense of poetry. Romance is lost. Oh woe is me. If he could describe how he felt with an emoji it would definitely have been T.T.

words, 000. tags, person. notes, hi there friend.
credits, kiwii at btn!

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