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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 9:25 am
Kev hadn't bothered to pay attention in class, either. He was too excited. In fact... he was making his own plans. He had kept a pad of paper out in front of him the entire time and had been doodling nothing at all conclusive. Just scribbles, really.
He glanced over, smiling, towards Marlow as he spoke. "Oh, no. I need to talk with him over lunch. Anyway, do you even know where he sits? Betcha don't," Kev replied with a half-grimace, have irresistable grin (eye roll included) to make it obvious what he thought of his brother's eating habbits. There were many students that ate out in the courtyard beneath the trees... but Will had been badgered so many times for cheat sheets and help that he had soon grown tired of it. Now he sat in the trees - and not even the ones in the courtyard. Oh, no. He sat way out on the outskirts of the campus in the trees bordering school grounds. Apparently it was 'the only quiet place in this school.'
Kev glanced the other over, smiling placidly. He rather liked the way Marlow dressed. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure no matter what you wear Will either won't notice or will find some sort of ill comment... if you bug him enough. If you try too hard to impress him he probably won't like it. You know how many guys tried to catch a date with him last year? And he's also got about a bajillion female suitors.... Will just glares at them and says they're a bunch of phonies before he goes back to reading his book." Of course, had Kev been thinking, he probably would have been less discoraging - because, after all, he was going on the date. Not Will.
Hell no. At home? That would spoil everything. He quickly jotted down an adress and ripped the scrap of paper off and gave it to Marlow. "Meet him there, alright? Dad doesn't like visitors at home." Kev and Will didn't live on campus - they still lived at home (for now). But Kev had been trying to get a dorm on campus for a while (all he had to do was convince his father) and he just knew Will would follow. Because he always did. He glanced back down at the adress before adding, "It's a park. He really likes it there."
He then glanced Marlow over again once more. "Anyway, I think you like fine," he said, grinning and giving the other a small wink.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:53 pm
Marlow listened diligently to everything Kev was saying, nodding at the appropriate parts. “Right, so I won’t ask him about my clothes... or go to your house.” He figured that he would change anyway, to give the appearance of caring plenty about their outing - otherwise it was just two guys from school hanging out, which would spoil the romantic mood. Avoiding the house and subsequently the father wasn’t a big problem in his mind either - the wealthy and elite parents always considered Marlow a bad influence for being such a slacker, and he normally had to endure long lectures about how he should stop dragging their children down.
At Kev’s last comment though, the American boy beamed with pride, shining his fingernails against the velveteen of his forest green blazer once he put the address of the park in his pocket. Most people thought this look was a bit tacky, but he still managed to pull it off well. “Why thank you, Kevin. It means a lot to me. I do try, you know. So... right. After school, at this park. It’s going to be awesome.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 6:04 pm
((My profile is like a harem: Everyone can post there except me. D: *dies of frustration* [plus everyone's all like 'we <3333333333 you Mie why won't you comment??' DDDD: ))
Kev nodded, and then stood up. "Right. Time for lunch, now, and for talking to Will!" Kev said. He had been hoping his comment might earn a kiss or something, but he supposed that might be too much to hope for.... Oh, well. Dreamers can dream, right? Anyway, he'd probably be getting more than just a kiss after school that day, as he told himself (with quite a smug feeling).
All in all, he didn't seem to be having any qualms at all about pretending to be his brother so he could get in a date with the guy he liked. Kev probably didn't have anything that even resembled a guilty conscience.
He shouldered his bag and walked out of the room with out any furthur talk. He made a stop at his locker for his lunch (which he made himself - he actually enjoyed cooking, although his father kept saying it was below him) and then made his way out to Will's favorite eating spot. His twin was already there (the guy was a speedy little devil). Kev climbed up after him and sat down on a handy branch.
"Hey. You got rehearsal today after school, right?" Kev asked.
Will glanced up at his twin from his book (and his sandwich, which Kev had made) and nodded.
"'Kay. I'm going out today after school. Mind if I borrow some some of your clothes? My new guy likes the good boy look," Kev said, grinning.
Will shrugged, which Kev translated as meaning "go ahead" and turned the page in his books. Kev's smile broadened and he leaned over to give his sibling a quick hug (with promises of many baked goods later in the week) and then scrambled out of the tree to go find someone else to sit with (maybe even Marlow, or someone else equally interesting).
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 6:35 pm
“Why do you Brits feel the need to put cabbage in -everything-?” Marlow could be found complaining in the cafeteria, the place that most dorm boys found themselves in day after day. For some reason, English food really annoyed him. He didn’t even want to know how they -came up- with the idea for blood pie, kidney pie, or any other of those assorted-guts-in-a-pie things, let alone EAT them, and whenever he thought some national dish sounded safe to eat, it was filled with cabbage or turnips or beets or some other vegetable that Americans had long evolved past eating.
He was sitting with some other boys, none of which he could remember the names of really, but all of whom seemed to be friendly with him, which he assumed was a good thing, unlike the chunks of cabbage he was trying to pick out of his stew. “It’s STEW, for crying out loud. Beef, potatoes, carrots, onions, that’s about it. God, the whole thing is going to taste like cabbage now.”He made a note to go somewhere to eat with Will. They had to have a Taco Bell somewhere on this godforsaken island.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 9:59 pm
((Lol, love the discription of English food.))
It was somewhere near noon when the cross dressing boy woke with a start. Although his body and mind was heavy with sleep, Kaori sat up in his bed and rubbed at his eyes. He looked at his watched and cursed softly, first in Chinese, then Japanese. "Kuso! I didn't mean to sleep for this long." He sighed and rolled off of the bed.
After a quick shower and a change into an unwrinkled kimono, Kaori got to work on arranging his things, however he was stopped moments later when his stomach gave a soft grumble. A small sweat-drop formed on the side of his head. "Mmm, food would be a good idea right about now." He took out his map and looked it over before folding it up and sticking it in his obi.
Kaori got many odd looks on his way to the caf, but he didn't care. He was used to odd looks. His slim brows frowned as he looked at the food that was available today. Finally, he chose milk, shepheards pie, and bread pudding. Now to find a seat.... He bit his lip and looked around, rising slightly on his toes so he could see better. Brown eyes lit up when he spotted the shaggy looking twin from earlier, the one who thought he was a girl. Kaori giggled softly at the memory and walked over to him.
"May I sit with you?" Kaori asked, giving him a bow.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:23 pm
((THis is an elite school. Their food has to be good. Kinda like Ouran High, if you've ever read/watched Host Club - except in England.
And don't completely discredit European food. They have some pretty good stuff out there. (Better than the American 'fried Snicker's bar.' You can't believe just how disgusting our food is.)))
Kev had only just lain eyes on his goal - Marlow, who else could it possibly be? - when someone else adressed him. He looked over to see that guy-who-looked-like-a-girl and smiled slightly sheepishly, as if he had just been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. "Sure," he said with a bit of a grin, his clear blue eyes darting between the cross-dresser and his target. "Just give me a moment, 'kay? I gotta deliver a message."
And with that, he made his way over to Marlow's table. He came up silently behind the bleach-haired American and leaned over, folding his arms on top of Marlow's head before carefully bopping him on the crown of his skull. "Hey. You don't like our food, then make your own lunch," he said, grinning broadly. Feeling that Marlow just might not quite appriciate having the sparky teen leaning on top of him, he lifted off and placed his hands on his hips.
"Annnyway~! He says he'll meet you there at four, so that gives you half an hour after school, unless you cut." Kev glanced over along the table of Marlow's "friends," spotted Alan, and winked, a broad grin on his lips. Kev was the perfect flirt.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go sit with Missy, here" - he said, gesturing over to the cross-dresser (who's name he did not yet know). "I'll see you around."
He began to turn away and then stopped himself, a small sigh issuing from his lips. "Here," Kev said, and handed Marlow one of his homemade (and very good) sandwiches as if it were some great burden to have to share. He smiled then and skipped off to join Kaori.
"Sorry for the wait," he said, smiling. "Know where you want to sit?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:38 pm
((Welcome. :3
Only... it's not raining. D: Poor Will will (oops hehe) get soaked out there in his tree. And maybe even struck by lightning. D: ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:53 pm
((We all kinda just made up names.... Lesse if I can remember all of them...
Meisner is Will and Kev's homeroom teacher... she teaches regular and advanced geometry...
Macintosh and Hennely are history teachers (Will has Hennely and Kev and Marlow have Macintosh).
And Webbe is a perverted English teacher that Will has...
And I think that's it so far. xD;;; ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 4:24 pm
“Thank you very much.” Kaori smiled and started to bow again when the boy went off to deliver his message. Shrugging a bit, Kaori remained standing, waiting for the boy to return. Somehow, he hadn’t caught the other’s name when they met that morning, so he would be sure to ask for it this time. With an amused smirk on his face, Kaori watched as the shaggy haired boy began to play around with Marlow. Kaori suspected that the boy had a crush, but who wouldn’t have a crush on Marlow, he was pretty dreamy.
“That’s alright, I didn’t mind waiting…Er, how about you pick a place? I’m not really familiar with this place yet.” Kaori said with a smile. “Oh, my name is Kaoir. I don’t think I learned yours this morning.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:07 pm
((Mie, you should know by now that all my characters have issues about food!))
“Ow,” Marlow rubbed his head, frowning at Kev’s show of displeasure at the boy’s feelings about his meal. Before he had a chance to comment though, Kev had already changed the subject, giving him a time to attach to his place. The American smiled broadly and opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off a third, and then a fourth time, finally getting a sandwich for all his efforts at speech.
He stared at it a moment in delight. Even if it was an elite academy, school food was still school food, and it was hard for someone living in the dormitory to get a homecooked meal without resorting to bribery and trade (which Marlow had not trouble doing, but the year was still young.) It may have been a sandwich, but he knew this sandwich was one to be reckoned with, having once snuck a bite from one of Will’s his freshman year as part of a dare.
“I love you!” He called out loudly towards Kev, and held up his new lunch like a treasure, oblivious to the response such a comment might get. Marlow then turned back to the table and took a bite of the sandwich, sinking into his chair with a delighted little moan. “Delectably cabbage-free. I could eat these sandwiches every day.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 12:42 am
Chris walked around the campus, looking for a postman. He closed his book and tucked it in his bag. He ran his fingers through his blue hair, and looked left and right.
Maybe if he found one of the sempais earlier, then they'd point a direction. He sighed as he reached the front of the school. He had searched more than half the campus already, so he decided to finally ask someone in the main office. He turned up a path and started walking.
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