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alrighty, sweeeet. oh, and i'm just letting all of the people who are in a roleplay with me know that i'm leaving tomorrow, saturday, august 1st and won't be back until about august 10th, so i won't have internet access during that time.
sorry since this is so short notice! D:
and i'll post up the profiles ASAP.

i'll make the skellie.

no, its alright.

Paris, oh Paris. The place known for love, known for beauty, and known for fashion. To this young de l'homme, Paris was his home. Paris was known for many things, and most people sought out the common things. For people like Alexandre Feledéno, he sought out things that were beautiful; not meaning the Eiffel Tower. Meaning the little things that everyone takes for granted, like a cup of coffee, or a café. The camera was perched on its stand, clicking and snapping, flashes of light coming from it. Alexandre looked up, opening his right eye again, and looked at a very short girl with blonde hair, seeming to be walking away from the Eiffel Tower, without even getting on the elevator. Most people would stay up there for the longest time before they would finally come down on the elevator, then talking excitedly about the view. Alexandre watched thoughtfully as the short blonde girl walked over to the comfort of a tree, her camera swinging around, strapped to her neck. The girl seemed to be scared of the Eiffel Tower; she looked as if she were debating with herself whether she should go on the elevator ride up there or not. Alexandre, personally, had been on the Eiffel Tower many times, taking perfect pictures of the vast landscape that seemed to never end that high up in the air. Alexandre tore his gaze away from the blonde girl, and grabbed his water bottle, which had been sitting on the grass next to his black backpack, which carried everything he needed; lens cleaner, more zoom settings, two different cameras, another water bottle, and a neck strap. As Alexandre watched the short blonde girl, he leaned down into his camera again, and snapped a picture of her; the breeze blew her blonde hair back from her face making her features more prominent without all of her hair shielding her facial features. The long shot of the picture looked like a normal girl walking, but close up to her face, her eyes were an obvious blue, and she didn't look like most ordinary girls.

Anyone who had seen that picture might think that Alexandre was a little crazy for snapping a picture of a girl he didn't even know; but that wasn't his concern. She had an unusual face, high cheekbones, round nose, and a strong jaw. On other girls, that may look drag queen-esque, but on her it looked good. Alexandre saw as the girl moved closer to the café across the street from the Tower, where many tourists visited because the waiters and waitresses spoke English and French. Alexandre leaned down clumsily , knocking over his camera; it almost fell on a couple that was passing, talking about how tall the Tower was. "Désolé." He said with a small smile. The couple frowned down at him, muttering about Alexandre's klutziness. Alexandre leaned down carefully this time, and began taking his camera off of its stand, and folding the stand up so it would fit into his black backpack. The twenty-two year old reached into the backpack for a moment, feeling his way around the jumble that was in there, until he found his neck strap. Alexandre clipped the strap onto his Nikon, grabbed a strap on his backpack, slung it lazily over his shoulder, and made his way over to the café.

The café was fairy busy for a Monday afternoon; the outside of the café had people crowding around to get inside, apparently word had gotten around that it was one of the only cafés that spoke English. Alexandre brushed by many of the Americans who talked too loudly about the Tower and Paris in general, mutter his apologies for bumping into a few of the larger sized people. Alexandre sat down at an open table, and looked at the small line that waited to be seated inside. The Grain de Café had never been so busy, as far as Alexandre knew. It was a popular spot, yes, but never overflowing with costumers. He looked around for a moment, trying to find a blonde-haired girl when an overweight woman in a too low-cut shirt walked in front of his table, and scooting it into his ribcage. "Sorry, hun." The overweight woman with an ugly smile, chewing her gum, said loudly. Alexandre smiled slightly at her, nodding his head curtly. "D'you speak any English, hun?" The woman said slowly smiling broadly. "Yes, I do." Alexandre said, trying to look around her. "Oh, goodie! Well, could ya tell me where the little girls' room is?" The lady said. Alexandre sighed and nodded. "Inside, to the left of the counter. You'll see a sign that says 'femme de chambre'." Alexandre said, gesturing his right hand towards the café. The woman smiled at Alexandre again, and nodded. "Thanks, hun." She said, chewing her gum very loudly. Once the overweight woman waddled into the café, Alexandre resumed looking for the blonde girl.

Alexandre hadn't entirely paid attention to what she was wearing, in case she was standing up, so he kept his gaze up on the faces of the many tourists stuffing themselves into the little café. Alexandre sighed, momentarily giving up on looking for her, then picked up his Nikon, and began looking through the pictures that he had taken. There were only a few on there, but Alexandre liked to examine his work from the past morning. Alexandre finished looking through his pictures, remembering the critiques that he had gotten at his last art show, where he had put up his best pictures. The twenty-two year old looked around once again, then finally spotted her; she was sitting alone at her table, which gave Alexandre a burst of confidence that made him stand up, and walk over to her table. He sat down in the chair across from her and smiled politely. "Bonjour, Je suis Alexandre." He said plainly.

[ translations** de l'homme: man's | désolé: sorry | Bonjour, Je suis Alexandre: Hello, I am Alexandre ]

yesss.
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The carriage had finally stopped out in front of the Hogwarts gates, where Ronald saw Filch standing there with his nasty, and quite ugly cat, Mrs. Norris. The redhead saw that everyone was stepping out of the carriage and Ron jumped up, almost bonking heads with Harry. Ron backed up as much as he could in the limited space of the very crowded carriage and let Harry pass with Hedwig in her cage, and Harry's trunk clunking along behind him. Ronald grabbed his trunk as well, tempted to just kick it off of the carriage, but resisted the urge realizing that it would most likely break a few of his toes. As Ron grabbed the metal handle on his trunk and lugging it off of the carriage, he felt a jolt of pain in his right foot; the boy looked down, seeing the his trunk had landed right on top of his foot. Ron cursed under his breath then pushed the trunk away. Ron's red hair traveled towards his blue eyes, making everything have an orange-ish tint as Ron attempted to move his trunk towards Harry and Hermione who were walking towards the gates. The redhead sighed loudly, wishing that he had better luck; he figured that at least one toe was broken, but Mrs. Pomfey could mend something like that in less than five minutes, easy.

As Filch mutter miserable under his breath about whippings, Ron had managed to reach Harry and Hermione, his toe throbbing painfully in protest as Ronald put his weight on his bad foot. "Ron, are you in pain?" Hermione asked, laughter floating in her voice. "Yes, Hermione. I am in pain 'cause I'm pretty sure my toe is broken." Ron said irritably, shoving past Hermione and standing next to Harry who was dropping off his trunk and Hedwig on the pile that seemed to grow larger and larger. Ron dropped his very heavy trunk on the pile, and set Pidwigeon next to the trunk. "'Bye, Pig." Ronald said to his owl as it hooted after him, fluttering around in its cage. As they waited for Filch to lead them into the school, Ron felt Luna walk up next to him. The boy couldn't help but to look at her for a moment, but before he could avert his eyes, she caught him looking. "I — I'm not staring. You've, er, got something in your hair." Ron said plainly gesturing to Luna's white-blonde hair. Ron felt his cheeks and ears go hot as he turned his face away from Luna.

Luna was Loony Luna Lovegood! Why was Ronald so interested in her? Sure, he thought that she was pretty, but even Harry had admitted at one point that Luna had a pretty face, but a weird personality. It wasn't unknown. As Ron inched away from Luna, trying to look inconspicuous, he managed to get farther away from her, but closer to Hermione. The bushy-haired girl glanced at Ron and sighed. "Ron, where's your Prefect badge?" Hermione asked, exasperated. Ron's brows furrowed confusedly, he thought that he was wearing it. The boy patted down his chest, trying to feel it, then dug his pale hands into his pockets. The boy dug deeper into the lint filled pockets, finally feeling the cold front of his Prefect badge. Ron pulled it out, a triumphed smile on his face as he pinned it on the right side of his chest. Ron looked at Hermione, pointed to it, and smile largely again. He saw her roll his eyes, obviously annoyed that Ron was so disorganized compared to someone like her.

Filch finally stopped his muttering, and looked at all of the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years. "This way, students!" He wheezed loudly. Ron began to walk forward, hearing the muttering of Filch start back up as everyone murmured to one and other about Hogwarts. Everyone was excited, except for the Slytherins. Malfoy and his crew of Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few others laughed and imitated random younger years as they tripped or stumbled because of Malfoy's foot. Ron shook his head as he watched Malfoy trip, yet, another second year, and this one falling flat on her stomach. Ron stopped, turned, and walked over to the second-year girl who was still laying on her stomach. Malfoy and his crew laughed loudly, walking away as Ron helped her up. "Just ignore them; they're all pricks." Ronald said reassuringly to the girl who seemed to be mopping up tears and snot on her Hogwarts robes. Ron patted her back, and jogged back to his friends, ignoring the pain in his right foot.

oh, right. :]
well, i was sorta hoping that i could play the girl 'cause i've been playing the guy for so many roleplays now, i need a change.
but if you really don't want to, i can manage.