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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 3:15 pm
((OMG!!!! The car is a TIME MACHINE!!!!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:00 pm
((I'm sorry I haven't been on lately. I got grounded. I told Saint I was done after telling Day about the dream I had.))
When home, Acoine walked to his room and Day went with him. He pulled out his guitar. "I'm working on a new song. It's a love song, but it's not about us. There is death in it. You wanna hear it so far?" he asked as he looked down at his guitar and tuned it.
((The song is real and I've almost finished. I'm gonna write a third verse.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:23 pm
Lisa then abandoned her lunch-deciding duty and went into their bedroom. She found a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt, and changed into those. "There," she said quietly, enjoying her lazy Sunday look in the mirror. She returned to the kitchen where she pulled out some things and began making speghetti (SP?) for lunch. She hummed quietly as she did her thing.
((I don't know enough about cooking to describe it! ah!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:38 pm
[[I'm having an impatience attack. I'm posting now.]]
Sakura walked up the door of the Perone home. She had a large suitcase by her right leg, a backpack slung across her back, and a smaller suitcase in her left hand. She swallowed. I'm so nervous...what if they don't like me...? Doubts filled her mind. She banished her current thoughts, calmed her nerves a little, and knocked loudly on the door.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:41 pm
Mrs. Perone smiled a great big smile as she heard the knock on the door. Oh no, she suddenly thought while drying her hands and walking wowards the door, and I look like this...ohwell. "Hello, you must be Sakura," She said to the young girl standing with a large suitcase at the Perone's front door. She smiled at the girl and opened the door all the way with a gesture that asked the girl to come in.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:51 pm
"Y-yes...that's me." Sakura said with a shy smile. She lugged her suitcases into the house, setting them away from the door. She gave a small bow, her hands clasped in front of her.. "It is a pleasure to meet you Perone-sama..." she paused, then said, "I'm sorry, I mean Mrs. Perone."
[[Now for Japanese honorific explanation:
-san: Mr., Mrs. It's a basic honorific. -sama: Higher respect than "-san" -dono: means lord or higher title. Used to show the greatest respect. -kun: term of endearment used towards boys -chan: term of endearment used towards girls, as well as animals
I'll probably be using "-san", "-kun", and "-chan" the most.]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 3:56 pm
((Ok, I'll have to remember this page...))
"Nice to meet you too Sakura." Mrs. Perone said. She bowed slightly to the girl and then said, "You can have a seat in the kitchen at the counter if you like, and you can meet everyone." Lisa said as she began towards the kitchen where she had left lunch unattended. "I am making speghetti, do you like speghetti Sakura?" Mrs. Perone asked. She had been excited about being able to house the foriegn exchange student, but was ashamed to not know more about the girl.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:01 pm
[[If you need to know what one means later, just ask. Oh, sorry I didn't say this earlier, but it's spelled "spaghetti".]]
"I don't think I've ever had it before. It's an italian dish, correct?" Sakura asked, following Mrs. Perone into the kitchen. She located the counter, and sat down.
[[Oh, and if I ever have her blurt something in Japanese, I'll translate it in OoC brackets.]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:04 pm
((Ok, thank you))
"Correct." Lisa smiled. She stirred the sauce and checked on the garlic bread in the oven. She thought for a moment about something she might ask. "Do you want me to show you where your room is real quick or do you want to wait until after lunch?" She asked. She thought about yelling for everyone to 'come and get it' but she didn't, and decided she would ask Sakura if yelling like that would bother her if the girl wanted just to wait.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:13 pm
"Oh, no. I'm fine waiting." Sakura replied. She was excited, because she knew that she would get to experience so much more than she would if she had stayed in Japan. She was still nervous, but happy as well. She couldn't wait to meet the rest of the household.
[[I hafta go do something. I'll be back in a bit.]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:17 pm
Lisa inhaled deeply, about to yell, but then she remembered, "Oh, Sakura, does yelling bother you?" She asked. She didn't want the girl to think that they yelled at each other a lot, but with a house this size and an ever-active family, it was easier to yell and not look in everysingle room for everyone. "We don't usually yell at each other, just to get everyone's attention for a meeting or food and things like that."
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:34 pm
"No, no. I don't mind at all." Sakura shook her head. "I'm okay with it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:36 pm
"Ok," Mrs. Perone smiled. She went to the doorway of the kitchen facing the rest of the house and said "Lunch is ready, come and get it!" her voice was certain to have been heard by all of her children and her husband ((Who by posts isn't yet home...but ohwell)) so she got some plates and silverware and glasses. "You want something to drink Sakura?" Mrs. Perone asked.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:40 pm
"Um, just water, please?" Sakura replied. "Should I...go sit down?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:46 pm
"Sure that would be fine, any seat that you want is fine." Mrs. Perone said as she got a glass of water and handed it to Sakura. She put the food on the table and set the plates there too. She made hers and set it in her place.
((I don't think we can do too much more without the others, oh no! lol...))
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