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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:46 am
That information didn't surprise him. And while it might be immature he still filed that information away, who knows when he might need to use such language. Though he did prefer 'tart' and 'strumpet' himself. He could always lower himself to such words, especially when they didn't sound as harsh as they were.
"I wouldn't mind at all. I do have a lot of school work - who doesn't? But a little more, especially when it's something I want, won't do any harm." It was always easier to do an assignment for a class, or subject, you liked as opposed to those you disliked. French he liked the sound of and wanted to learn, not to mention he did need to learn. "I doubt I'd stress over this. It would be like stressing over an art class - impossible." He stated with a light shake of his head. He never had an issue with fitting in art assignments and getting those done on time. Math and science homework. projects, ect were not that easy nor was anything he had to do for Spanish work.
"No, you didn't I'm a senior at Meadowview. I honestly can't wait to graduate and get high school over with." He had for some time now thought himself not cut out for high school. He didn't have a lot of friends in school, especially not since Lily had graduated, and he just didn't belong to any group, or play sports, or do anything that stood out. But that was because he honestly saw the groups and their immature drama so beneath him. And sports he just wasn't good at. Until joining the Negaverse he'd never jogged, run, or done any sort of exercise beyond what was done in gym class. He had, since joining the Negaverse, gotten into running every morning before school or work. That didn't mean he'd join the schools track team or the cross country team.
He still didn't want to deal with the dynamics of social groups. It was this which had him even wondering if he wanted to bother with going to prom. He'd be going stag, which didn't bother him, but what would he do there? Who would he talk to? He really couldn't wait to leave it all behind and get to college, since Lily, Xander, and his parents wouldn't let him not attend college.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 12:19 pm
“Oh, so we were in the same school for a year if you’re only a year behind me,” Paris commented.
He supposed that wasn’t so surprising given that they lived in the same city with only so many schools to choose from. It wasn’t even all that uncommon for them never to have met before now. A lot of kids attended Meadowview. It was entirely possible not to know every name for every face that passed by in the hall, even within one’s own class. Especially for someone who hadn’t cared much for school to begin with, and who’d spent most of his time skipping class or getting into other forms of trouble when he actually bothered to attend, it was easy to overlook other students who weren’t in his immediate social circle.
And Paris’s previous social circle had definitely not been made up of people like Alexandre.
Which was actually a shame. He thought they were getting along pretty well for only having talked twice.
“I was at Meadowview for ninth and tenth grade,” Paris explained, “but I got kicked out for… uh… some stuff you might actually use the word ‘pute’ for… among other things. Horrible attendance record, generally bad behavior, things like that.”
He liked to think he didn’t look like that sort of person anymore, that someone would see him and not expect that sort of behavior, and actually even be surprised to hear of some of it. He dressed more modestly now, and had acquired some sophistication and class at some point, maybe a little bit of maturity, too, not to mention the change in hairstyle and general slimming of his figure. He knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but he certainly didn’t look or always act like the Paris of yesteryears.
“I spent the eleventh grade at Hillworth but didn’t really do much better there. Dropped out before senior year to help my dad out at his store. Didn’t even think I’d be going to college until I started to think about what I wanted to do with dance, then I got my GED and snagged a spot at DCU, so... here I am. Small world, huh?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 12:38 pm
"Were we? That's odd. I'm sure I should have seen you and remembered. Maybe I'll ask Lily...I never really have met her friends." Speaking aloud to himself with a sight tilting of his head. "I still haven't even met that cousin of her's..."
While he wasn't part of any particular social circle their were always people you heard about, that everyone heard about, for one reason or another. And someone cross dressing surely would have been whispered and spoken of. So the fact he was clueless bothered him a bit. Had he really been that busy or just distracted when Paris had attended Meadowview? He knew he could get a bit lost in what he had to do, and his personal life, but he did like to try and hear whatever he could from the grapevine.
"I've attended Meadowview every year and I don't think I heard about you. I'm surprised, given how the grapevine in any school works." Sipping his drink as he pondered this, thinking of anything he might have heard. Not a single bit or scrap of whispering came to mind right now. "Attendance I can get, though I honestly can't see that while sitting here talking to you now. But the other one seems like something that shouldn't be in the same sentence as your name." Even though they'd only really met twice now he couldn't see it. He really would have to talk to Lily when he could.
A short burst of laughter from him and he nodded his head. "Small world indeed. It's good that you decided what you wanted to do and have started toward it. How many drop out and don't ever return, or even get their GED. Though I can say that dropping out to help a family member I can understand, it's a noble reason if you ask me." Came the words of praise from Alexandre as another sip of his hot drink was taken. "I know that I plan to take art classes...and pray I don't need to do any nude females." Shuddering here he continued. "Anything beyond that I'm not sure on. I don't think I want to teach art, although I could, and being strictly an artist is more risk than I'd like to take. All I know is I do not want to become a lawyer like my mother or a psychologist like my father was - burnt him out." At least he knew what he didn't want to do and he knew being an artist wasn't all sunshine and flowers.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:47 pm
“I don’t know how many people really talked about me,” Paris admitted. He liked to think he’d been whispered about a lot, but he hadn’t been any different or any more special than a lot of other people who’d attended that school, so maybe he’d just thought too highly of himself back then. “A lot of people probably liked to pretend I didn’t exist, so there’s that. Plus, the people I used to hang out with weren’t really… uh… well, they weren’t bad people necessarily, they just weren’t… um… not really the sort of people I’d imagine someone like you hanging around, honestly.”
The name “Lily” made him pause, and he briefly considered the possibilities. He knew a Lily, but that wasn’t such an uncommon name, was it? Who was to say Alex was even talking about the same one?
Paris shifted in his chair, twirled the pen he was holding around his fingers, and almost forgot what they were here for in the first place as talk turned away from French and toward other things. Not necessarily important things, but if they were going to be working on this together and seeing more of one another as Paris helped Alex learn, it seemed only right to actually get to know more about one another.
“My dad was an artist,” he said. There was something of a sad quality to his voice as he spoke, but he tried to keep his expression mostly neutral, perhaps a bit wistful, with sad eyes and a small smile.
“He went to school for painting and photography, I think. Spent some time in Paris before he moved here and met my mom,” Paris explained. “He didn’t get very far, but it wasn’t that he wasn’t talented. The talent was there. I think it was just… luck. He didn’t have the right connections or… something… I don’t know, but I guess success isn’t for everyone. So he opened an art supply store here in the city. Gave pretty good student discounts, too. Tried to help other aspiring artists in his own grumpy way. I spent a lot of time there when I was little. Not so much later, at least not until I quit school. But I figure if art’s what you like, even if you don’t end up making much of a career out of it, or even if you don’t know what you want to do with it once you’re out of school, you should stick with it and keep doing what you like. It’s not always such a bad thing, doing something for yourself.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:25 pm
"Maybe your right, maybe a lot of people didn't talk about you." Though he couldn't see how that could be. School was a place filled with gossip, even if it was about someone that no one liked. The place was a hot bed of gossip, drama, and all manner of other things. But maybe he was right and he was odd one out and was safe. "If you didn't get whispered about I'd say you were lucky really, considering how school can be." He knew there were some people who would like to not be noticed let alone gossiped about, he didn't care much himself. "Likely. Though I don't really have a crowd myself. But you are likely correct."
"That sounds like an ideal life, or like something from a movie or expected. Go to art school, France, marry. Those sorts of things." The starving artist who was happy with life, enjoyed where he was in life. Not that he was thinking the others father was a starving artist. But those thoughts came to mind as well. It was what he didn't want to become - a starving person. Not that his parents would allow such to befall him, but still the thought was there. "That was nice of him, to help others chase their dreams. It's honorable, especially as an artist himself who didn't make it. It would have been nice if he had made it as well. I think too many good artists don't make it, lack of connections and whatever else. That's why I don't plan to make a career out of painting but I won't give it up - I would never give up something I enjoy." Though he'd allow his time to paint to be severely cut into due to duty. Maybe when he was in France he could paint something. He knew he'd be taking pictures of everything. He could get some rest, relax, organize himself, and just enjoy things. God, he really couldn't wait.
"So, what are you going to do with dance? Become a teacher or travel with some dance group? Or something else?" What other options where there? He couldn't think of any really, aside from background dancer for some singer.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:21 pm
Paris continued to smile wistfully as his thoughts remained with his father. He didn’t say anything more about him, afraid that he’d grow too emotional if he tried, mostly because he couldn’t be sure his father’s life had been a happy one. He liked to think it had at points, that once or twice his father might have smiled and not minded too much that he’d never had the success he’d wanted when he was younger, but he wouldn’t ever know if he was right or if it was little more than his imagination showing him what he wanted to see and letting him believe what he wanted to believe.
He wished he’d been brave enough to ask, wished he would have taken the time to get to know his father better before it was too late to try. That was, of course, not something he should be talking about with Alex. It’d probably be rather rude to burden someone he barely knew with that sort of emotional baggage.
“I want to join a ballet company,” Paris replied, his voice taking on a happier note once talk turned to something less depressing for him.
Dance was easier. It was safe. He could talk about it and not feel like he was on the verge of falling apart.
“I don’t really have a preference for which one,” he admitted. “Lots of ballet kids grow up thinking ‘I want to dance in Russia,’ or ‘I want to try for the Royal Ballet,’ or ‘ABT, ABT, ABT,’ but since my circumstances are a little different… I figure no matter where I end up, as long as I’m in a company at some point, that’ll be an accomplishment. Last year I danced for a local company, and then I know someone with the Boston Ballet, so… I just have to keep working for it. Otherwise, I’d find a school or a studio somewhere to teach, or even open my own. ‘The Paris LeFay School of Dance,’” he joked and laughed lightly, “or something like that. I don’t know, I guess I’ll see what happens after I graduate.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:18 pm
"So you want to travel as well?" He questioned the other. That's what they all did, right? They all traveled around and performed, at least as far as he knew. At least he didn't have a preference, it wouldn't upset him if he didn't make a particular group. It was common for people to wish and try and even dream of a single thing and not make it. And then they either didn't have anything else in mind or they just let the loss eat them up. At leas this parents could say they were doing things that made them happy, things they enjoyed, even if his mothers job he knew was stressing and required lots of hours.
"I've heard about how Russian dancers are supposed to be very good. Is it true though? I mean the way it sounds it's been a long standing opinion, so does it still hold?" Dance wasn't something he paid attention to, never having gone to a ballet or anything. Though he did like classical music, he knew he had all the music for the Nutcracker at home. Maybe at some point he'd actually go and see the ballet and enjoy the music and have some visual put to the music he liked so much. "ABT...? And a Royal ballet...I'd think they'd be good. But what's ABT?" He asked, having never heard that. Ballet and the world surrounding it he was clueless about, unlike his companion who seemed to know quite a bit about it.
"Your circumstances...how you dress? I assume you dance female parts. I assume that's what you mean. And your own dance studio....you'd need the funds for something big like that....would you even be able to manage that?" Not sounding at all doubtful, just curious. He could imagine the money it would take to do such a thing and to hire on other dance teachers, to get good ones, and then promoting the place. It would all cost a lot of money. At least he knew if he decided to open a flower nursery he'd have backing, Lily's father had already once offered (Lily had told him as much).
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:13 am
“Traveling would be nice,” Paris admitted. “Just getting out of this city would be good enough for me, though. Whether the Russians dance better, I think, is all a matter of opinion. When ballet started to sort of fall out of style in France a long time ago, it got really popular in Russia. They’re also, like, really intense. Very strict and military-like. Lots of stamina, great work ethic, insane amounts of discipline, things like that. My old ballet mistress was a former Russian ballerina. She danced with the Mariinsky Ballet, which is one of the top ballet companies in the world. Russian, obviously, along with Bolshoi. The Royal Ballet is in England, and American Ballet Theater is in New York. That’s ABT. There’s Kirov, Paris, and NYCB, too. Those are usually considered, like, the top companies in the world, but, you know, some people might not always agree. Personal taste and stuff.”
Paris shifted into a more comfortable position in his chair, fiddled with his pen some more and pushed his nearly empty cup of hot chocolate to the side. His face had taken on something of a wistful expression. It seemed apparent to him that Alex knew very little about ballet, but then he hadn’t expected him to in the first place. He never really expected anyone to, given that it wasn’t as popular an art form as it used to be a few decades ago, but the questions and the interest were reassuring.
“If you know any names in ballet at all, though, they’re probably Russian dancers,” he admitted. “Baryshnikov’s the big one. Pavlova and Najinsky, too, but they’re from, like, the century before. Nowadays you’d probably hear about Osipova, Zakharova, Vasiliev, but there’s amazing dancers everywhere.”
His smile turned somewhat amused, assuming little of what he said was at all recognizable.
“The parts I want to dance is right on the money,” he agreed. “Not that it’s entirely impossible for a guy to dance a female role. There’s Les Ballet Trockadero de Monte Carlo, which is an all-male ballet company, which sort of parodies romantic and classical ballet, but… I don’t know. I think I take it a little too seriously, maybe. I don’t want to have to join an all-male company to dance, you know? Besides, the whole gender thing is a little more complicated than that, so… but ballet people are kind of… stodgy and set in their ways. They look for certain body types. I’m at least lucky that I have a decent body-type for ballet, at least when it comes to the female parts. Except I could maybe be a little taller. But, like, small head, long neck, long, thin arms and legs, short torso, straight hips, flat chest, high arches, got all that. It’s just a matter of punching through expectations and changing the typical ballet mindset, I guess. If I opened my own studio… I don’t know, really. I guess I could get a loan, or… use some money I’ve got saved up from… stuff… my dad and things like that. Or… I don’t know. My boyfriend’s family is kind of… well, they’re really supportive. As much as I like earning my own keep, it’d be nice if money wasn’t such an issue. Ballet’s kind of really expensive, and I just kind of want to not have to charge people that much for lessons because, you know, I’d actually like all types of people to be able to get a shot at it.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:41 pm
"Yes, of course. Personal taste and opinion always plays a part. I have heard, as much as anyone has, about the Russian ethic and such when it comes to dance." Which of course made them sound like the best dancers in the world. But as he listened he could tell they weren't though they had indeed earned most of their reputation. It sounded like their were other groups just as good, which was good. Having only one group be the top and all others at the bottom, or at a mid level, was boring.
"So while the Russians aren't the best or the only top group. You can still expect Russian dancers to be very good and have quite the reputation - due to their training regimen." He spoke nodding his head as he spoke his thoughts aloud, while sorting them mentally. He might not know dance but he was willing to listen and ask questions, show interest. It was something worth learning about.
"Yes, it seems your more serious and that an all male company that does parodies would be less than serious." At least that was his own opinion on that matter. He knew if he were passionate about dance, as it seemed Paris was, that it would bother him and not be something he'd look to join. "Yes, it seems like it'll be difficult for you but if you have the body type, which you said you do, and the drive, which it appears you do, I'm sure you'll manage to change opinions and get to where you want to be. Perhaps after a career with a company you'll open a studio for those who want to learn and you'll be able to let anyone, with any amount of money, study there. Over all it seems that dance is a passion and you wish to share it with everyone. It is a very honorable thing." Hones words left his lips as he spoke and then he was sipping his drink again.
"I will admit that I know nothing about ballet but listening to you speak it makes me want to go see a ballet performance." Maybe while in Europe, could he take pictures while there? It was an idea. He liked the music already so seeing people dance to it he was sure he'd like as well.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:41 am
“Oh my God, my Russian teacher was, like, super intimidating,” Paris said, though rather than looking traumatized by the experience his face kept on a smile. “I remember when my mom first got me lessons with her, Madam made me strip down to my underwear and dance for her so she could see every tiny little detail, ever single movement of my body. It was crazy. I was only, like, nine.”
His voice carried a note of pride with it as he spoke. As hard as it was sometimes, as painful as it could be both physically and emotionally, as much as he had to push himself and as many challenges as he had to face along the way, he was proud of all of the work he’d put into it—probably more proud of it than he was of anything else in his life. As easy as they made it look on stage, it was so far from it. Being where he was now, having the experiences that he’d had, despite what he’d had to overcome in the process, made all those years, and all those days, and all those many hours of practice, practice, practice totally worth it.
And finding someone else who might start to develop an interest in it, at least in seeing it performed, pleased him like few other things did.
“You could always try and see the Paris Opera Ballet while you’re oversees,” he suggested. “Or, if you wanted and you’re in town, you could come watch a performance at DCU. I’m in the dance department, obviously, but I also work at the ticket office so I could get you a ticket easy. We’re doing the Nutcracker in a few weeks. Typical for the season, but it wouldn’t really be Christmas without it, right? It’s sort of like our last big hurrah for the semester. I get to dance the part of Dewdrop. In some performances it’s Butterfly, but basically I sort of lead the Waltz of the Flowers. But, seriously, if you really want… I mean, we’re not Bolshoi or anything, but I think we’re pretty good as far as pre-professional students go.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:55 pm
"That's a drastic, or so I would think. But I'm sure there was a reason. That she could see and determine something. I assume whatever she saw in you was good back then. Though again, I still find it drastic and a sign that she would be strict. But I'd figure she's also very good if she can honestly detect or determine if someone will be a good dancer by that." He said after a moment. He couldn't picture doing that, or seeing it. It mother might have heard something like that and flipped out with all sorts of legal talk. And really something like that from his mother wouldn't shock him, he could almost see and hear it now in his mind. Yes, it would be scary - really scary.
The pride the other spoke with spoke volumes to the blond. That although he'd put in so many hours of hard work, had a strict teacher, and many other unimaginable things Paris was still happy and still held passion for it. He had pride in what he was capable of. Did he sound like this when he spoke about painting, his plants, or even the Negaverse? He wondered if people heard that same pride in his voice when he spoke of any of those things. He hoped they did, he knew he felt immense pride in those things, but did other people heard it? Was it visible for others to see? He hoped it was. He would like other people to know how he felt about things he felt deeply for.
"I know most of the music for it actually. I've never thought to see people dance to some of my favorite pieces. But talking now, and with the trip coming up, I am starting to consider it. The music I really am fond of. I might speak with Lily about going to the Paris Opera Ballet to see the Nut Cracker...and if it's still playing here, at DCU, when the Christmas vacation is over I might have to see it again - to see the differences and such of course." Of course. Plus if he enjoyed it enough he knew he'd want to see it again. He already knew the music would have him but would the dancing as well? That would, with any luck, soon be known.
"The waltz of the flowers is a lovely piece, though I also am fond of the waltz of the snowflakes. Both are truly amazing pieces though. Now if only I was capable of playing music." He was artistic...just not when it came to music. Painting was his thing, though sometimes he wished himself capable of picking up some instrument and playing the pieces he so enjoyed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:55 am
Paris laughed good-naturedly. “Oh, I’m sure we’re nothing like the Paris Ballet!”
Then he paused, and his face took on another prideful expression. “Well, I mean, some of us are good enough to make it at a professional level,” he said, and by the way he said “some” it was obvious that he meant “me” rather than “a whole lot of us,” though he couldn’t deny there were others in the dance program who were rather good. “I danced a bit with the Destiny City Ballet last year. Madam Volkova, my old ballet instructor, she knew the owner and the ballet mistress and a few of the sponsors, and they gave me the chance to get some experience in. I got to dance the Sugar Plum Fairy for some of the performances.”
His smile remained as bright as ever, and his hands came up to frame his face in a manner that looked as if he would gush, his elbows propped on the table top to support him. His eyes were bright, his expression just a little wistful now, and his voice contained a level of excitement he didn’t always show when talking about things that didn’t pertain to ballet.
“It’s really amazing. I mean, it’s a lot of hard work,” he admitted. “I don’t think anyone who doesn’t do it can really imagine what it’s like, and it’s really competitive and it’s not always good for you physically, mentally, or emotionally, but… I mean, there are worse things out there, and it’s always been one of those things that’s really given me the chance to focus on something, you know? I’m the type of person who’s always needed some sort of discipline, I guess. Something that’s sort of… rigid and structured when everything else has been sort of… not structured at all. It helps that I’m good at it. It’s one of the only things I’m good at, really. I mean, clearly I’m not going to make it as a French teacher. We’ve gotten completely side-tracked!” he joked.
He couldn’t say he didn’t like it, though. It had been a while since he’d had the chance to sit down with someone other than Chris and just talk about whatever. Not that just talking to Chris about whatever was bad, because he enjoyed that just as much, but he figured there came a time when he needed to get out and actually see other people, too. Alex showed just enough interest and had just enough to interest Paris in return to make their interactions quite enjoyable.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:28 pm
Laughing at the others words, catching the real meaning, he shook his head. "I'm sure some of you are good enough. It's only a matter of others realizing it, the right people." And he did hope that would happen. Paris had a passion for dance and should make it in the dance world.
"That's at least a taste of what I'm sure you'll find yourself in later. A good idea of what to expect." If the right person saw Paris dance, as he was quite certain he was that good, the other would hopefully be picked up by the right person. To have been involved in a dance company already, even if only for a brief, period told Alexandre, who knew so little once dance, that the other had to really be as good as he claimed he was.
"I can imagine it's a lot of hard work. Though I can't imagine what sort of hard work. But anything that's worth it, that you value a lot, will always prove to be full of hard work. At least when your looking to make something of that thing you value." Like his plants. It wasn't as easy as just watering them. There was a lot more. Checking for bugs, handling them if there were any, right light and temperature. Making sure to trim them as was needed. It was a fair bit of work really. Not that it didn't have it's rewards though; it did.
"I don't think I could do with a competitive atmosphere. I'm not really competitive." Well, unless you considered his life as Benitoite as being a competitive life. Then he supposed he was competitive but really only in that area, at least as far as he could see in himself. "I understand what you mean. I like structure as well. And while I'm no dancer I do paint and tend my plants. So they both take something from a person, even if I'm not planning to become the next Monet or anything. But I don't face physical challenges but mentally and emotionally - sometimes. Depends. Though I'd say more mentally...when that muse just vanishes when your working on something." It could become quite frustrating. And when a plan was dying and you couldn't figure it out, or even if you could it couldn't be stopped. He'd lost a plant over a year ago due to something - he hadn't even figured it out. And it had bothered him, a puzzle and not one he'd solved and he'd disliked that. It had frustrated him.
Another laugh bubbled forth and again his head was shaken. "Indeed, it seems that we have gotten side tracked. But I'm sure we can make up for it the next lesson." Since there most certainly would be another lesson. Alexandre was enjoying this, and wanted to repeat this, too much to end this by continuing the lesson - he really was a bad student...wasn't he?
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:44 am
“I haven’t scared you off yet, then?” Paris wondered, his voice still lighthearted and humorous. “Not going to go running for the hills?”
This was nice. This was normal. This was the sort of stuff Paris thought should make up his life—not monsters and magic and good guys and bad guys, but just normal days like this, sitting in a café with someone he might could consider something of a friend, sipping hot chocolate and coffee while examining the complexities of the French language and discussing the merits of ballet. This was what normal college kids did, wasn’t it? Or just normal people his age, whether they were in college or not.
In any case, Paris was enjoying himself. He liked talking about himself—perhaps a bit too much—and he liked talking about the things he liked doing. He liked feeling accepted and even maybe a bit admired, because it meant there was something worthy in him. He hadn’t been able to feel that way around very many other people recently—not more than Chris, who made him feel best of all but who could only be around so much. There had to come a time where they both branched out. Chris probably already had. For Paris, it had always been a little more difficult than that.
He liked to know what people thought of him. He liked to be able to see it in their eyes or hear it in their voice and sense it behind their questions and comments. He fed off of attention because it was one of the few ways he knew how to find validation in the presence of others. If he got it, he figured he was alright in their eyes. If he didn’t…
“We can meet up again whenever you want,” Paris happily announced. “Actually, weekends would still probably be best, unless you wanted to do it at night, which totally wouldn’t be a problem with me.”
Anything to give him a viable excuse out of a patrol and lead to him spending a little more time feeling normal instead.
“Anywhere you want, too. I picked this place, so if you want to pick next time that’s cool. I’ll see if I can find some more stuff to help. There might be some things online we can look at. I’m obviously pretty terrible at this, but we’ll figure it out. I promise I won’t see you off overseas without something to help you make your way around. We can try to get back to it if you want, or we can find something else to do. Get out of here for a little while and stretch our legs. I already feel bad that I’ve spent so much time talking about myself,” he said, though he smiled widely all the same, so it didn’t look like he felt too bad at all.Sleet Tempest Snape We can probably close this out in the next post or two if you'd like!
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 9:58 pm
"Hardly. Though by the sound of it you think I should be...maybe. Should I be?" He asked perking a brow at the other and giving a slight tilting of his head. "If so I can't find a reason, so I'd have to ask for the reason I should be running." A light, slightly teasing, smile gracing his features. His drink forgotten, for now, on the table as he settled his hands on the table top calmly.
Leaning back in his seat, letting his posture slip from being so perfect, and he even crossed one leg over the other easily. This was normal, this is what he should be spending more of his time doing. He should be making friends and not off fighting, killing, and playing parent figure to another teenager. And yet those were the things which took up a good deal of his time, on top of school and work. If only he could figure out how to balance his time, again, and make more room for things like this. He wasn't, and couldn't, allow it all to consume his life and leave him with nothing but endless duties to this and that. It wasn't all like that but at times it seemed like it. At times it seemed like everything he did he was duty and obligation bound to doing. And while he might work well when things were scheduled and planned, and he was mature, didn't mean he wanted to feel so grown up all the time. Right now he didn't feel as old as he did at other points in his life.
"Weekends would be best. My nights are filled up - high school student and working member of society." In two ways - a normal part time job and a vigilantly of sorts. His nights were busy times for him. "It's really the easiest for me to clear time on my weekends than at nights. I have someone living with me who I take care of to a large extent as well as homework and work." Johnathan...he really needed to stop him from being such a...house wife, that term really sounded wrong for him to apply to the other but it as true. "If you want evenings maybe weekend evenings? I can clear those." Some free time. He could use the time off and consider it a much needed break and time spent bettering himself.
"I'll pick the next place. I'll make it something good." He'd think on that, take some time to make it a place they'd both like. "And we can leave here and continue the conversation - I don't mind hearing about yourself. It's not a completely one sided conversation as it could be." Which he was glad for. He didn't like people who sat there yapping about them self, ignoring if a person was clueless or utterly bored, that was rude. "As for the lessons. I have no doubt that you'll help me and make sure I have some knowledge before I leave for Paris." And he also knew he'd return with some gift, what he didn't know, for the other as a thank you gift. He'd figure that part out when he got there.
"So long as I learn enough before I leave you have nothing to feel bad about." Uncrossing his legs he stood slowly and went to pulling his coat back on and bundling himself up. "Shall we pay and leave?"We can end here or you can do one more post if you want.
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