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 Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 10:34 pm
Chelsea was bored. After being whirlwinded through Deus Ex with tours and lectures, she was confined to her room in utter and complete boredom. She normally passed this time with video games but as some had informed her, they were completely broken and would be for quite some time. She had to earn money to get them "runiced" (which she still didn't really understand) and according to people she'd asked, that would take forever and a day.
"Boooooooooored," Chel whined into the air, with nobody in particular around to hear it.
< Chel, I highly suggest you spend your time to the best of your ability. >
Oh except the brain worm. Nobody cared to mention that he was always going to be there. Even when she was in the bathroom. It was almost creepy, actually, having a male voice in her head the entire time.
Instead of taking his advice, Chelsea stood up and stretched, pacing the room. Well if she couldn't play games, she could at least make some friends. Lucky for Chel, she was a friendly type. Might as well visit the neighbors.
Politeness wasn't particularly ingrained in her personality. Dory got bangs on his door. Not loud ones, but there was an urgency to them. She was really bored.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 9:44 pm
Dorian, originally, had instinctively moved in to this area of the dorm rooms because, for once in his life, he was promised a small room that would be quiet. Sure, he had a neighbour across the hall, but there were two walls and a hallway that seperated him from whoever was in the other room - and he barely heard him as is.
But, a week after he had come here, or so, and mid-way through a crippling cold that he had received on that damnedable, (but rather lovely . . . ) boat, he heard the chaos that was trying to transfer a new body in to the room next to him. Hearing the long muffled whine from the wall next to him, followed by urgent knocking at his door, he contemplated just leaving whoever it was there, and pretending to have died. Again.
Don't be such a jerk. Be nice. You need friends anyways.
The voice felt like a knife through his mind, which cut the headache open further. He didn't want to argue, the feeling she gave him was . . . unpleasant. She had promised she would not talk much while he was sick, but seeing as she was a breath away from singing the most annoying song she could think of, Dorian felt himself standing up slowly, going to award the door-guest an introduction.
"Oh mon dieu, donnez-moi un instant, pour baise sakés." He muttered under his breath, just loud enough for he - and Justice - to hear, as he worked on his door locks. Opening it slowly, he was accosted with hair the colour of a rave shirt, which made him open his eyes, and then blink and squint.
Be nice.
" . . .'Allo." He croaked out after a moment, wondering what she needed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 10:11 pm
Chelsea then did the most polite thing she could think of.
"Uhhh you speaky the English?" Having caught whispers of his French muttering, Chelsea could only assume she'd been roomed next to someone she couldn't even communicate with. That would be just her luck, ending up with someone she had a metaphorical wall with.
< There is a 96% chance that he does, due to his announced greeting at your arrival. >
Groundbreaking.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 10:33 pm
Oh, this was a live one.
Having been asked an annoying question, he was close to closing the door as if he hadn't even heard her, but there was that twinging aggression in his head, reminding him that Justice was watching him, and she was not happy with how he treated people. Taking a deep breath, he scratched his neck lightly, shrugging.
"No, of course I do not speak English." He stated dryly, looking towards the side for a moment. "My new neighbour, then, oui?" He wasn't very good at the whole breaking conversation softly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 11:34 pm
"Nice ta meetcha then, neighbor!" she said gleefully. Chel stuck out her hand in greeting with a big goofy smile to match. Even if Dory failed to meet her, she would just high five herself and call it good.
But hopefully he met her.
"Name's Chel. You?" The smile never left her face. She couldn't help that she was friendly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:54 pm
Surprisingly, he was very aware of the concept of a handshake, and was very willing to accept it. It was a way to meet someone, even if he was begrudging about it. Not to mention he was sick, so if she pissed him the ******** off (which, was very easy recently,) he would just give her his cold. Excellent.
"Ravi de vous rencontrer aussi, peut-être." He answered her, shaking her hand once, and twice, with a gloved hand, Before looking to his side. "Merde, I guess we are neighbours. That did not take long." He mused, allowing her to take her hand back. "Sorry if I am a bad neighbour, I am not used to people anymore. Jus' tell me to ******** off if I get annoying, oui?" He offered.
"Chel? Chel." He thought out loud as he tried to dispel his previous though, giving a roll of his shoulders. '''Ow do you say. . . My name is Dor-ee-an." he pronounced out loud. "Dorian - mais, most seem to call me Dory." He offered. Her . . . friendliness was infectious - he couldn't help but answer her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 12:50 am
Chelsea raised an eyebrow. He really didn't seem to get that she didn't know French. "Well then ******** off," she said rather seriously, pivoting on her feet and walking back towards her room.
She jerked, coming back to stand in front of Dory quickly, throwing her hands up and laughing somewhat sporadically. "No no I'm kidding!" Wiping an imaginary tear from her eye, she said, "Sorry, I have a weird sense of humor!"
Nodding, she said, "Dory, huh? Like the fish, right?" Big, sparkly smiles.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:24 am
It was a very good thing that of the few english things he knew, inflections was one of the few things he caught easily. So when she told him to ******** off, the slightest of brow-quirks was awarded to the smaller huntress - she was lucky he didn't have it in him to just slam the door in her face as she was walking back. But it was . . . tempting.
"I see." He stated quickly, giving her a look over when she admitted her apparent humour - the ghost of a grin showing under his attempted facade, before sighing openly and allowing his door to swing open more, leaning against the door frame. He had half a mind to slam it again when he heard the word fish.
"Errggg. Yes. Like the ********' fish. Mais, I am not forgetful. 'ow do you say, it's a plague that follows me - everyone t'inks I am like this ********' little blue fish; I'm not even a woman!" He allowed a little frustrated grumble roll through, before shrugging. "Your 'umour is. . . strange, aussi. But I expected worse, I suppose. You're new 'ere too, oui? Fresh off the - eirr - pod?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 12:36 am
"Oooh, someone's touchy, touchy," she chided, bopping him on the nose lightly. "Don't take it so seriously. Like you said- it's a ********' fish."
In her mind, Chel was imagining a surly, foulmouthed blonde barbie.
< What are your intentions? >
She rolled her hand. "Yup. Newbie. Trying to shake the newb exterior though. Soon I'll be as good as a beta." She looked into the room that peered behind him. "If you're so sick, you should probably get some rest dude. We can talk later. I'll crash your place, we'll eat some food- it'll be a great time."
Something hinted that no, it would not be a great time. Not for Dory anyways.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:15 pm
"Why go beta when you can take it all?" He asked her, rubbing his nose idly on the edge of his sweater. Who cared, he'd just do laundry sometime soon and besides, he probably oozed summer cold. "I 'ave survived worse t'ings. Où êtes-vous -" A pause. "Uh. Where are you from?"
He offered up, leaning back to go sit on his make shift blanket house on his bed, figuring he could be nice enough, she seemed pretty interesting, it was up to her if she wanted to enter the sickie's domain.
"You get a invisible ami in your head also?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:44 pm
"Uhhh where I'm from doesn't matter, y'know?" she said, rubbing the back of her neck lightly. "It's where we are now? Somethin' like that?"
Chel followed the sick monster into his lair. It was surprisingly clean- but then, so was everyone else's dorms. The trainee rooms were pristine, identical and uniform. Chel hated it.
< He is asking you a question, you should answ- >
"Er ami? The ******** an ami?" Chel asked. No speaky the french. Still.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:43 pm
"Non, Doesn really matter, I am curious. I like knowing about people from, uh" he paused, waving his hand around, as if finding a word, "Ehh, every where. Oui? Learning is what makes everything worth it."
"Mais, baise, you need to learn french." He snipped a little, leaning back in to his little blanket pile. "Ami, it means Friend. Do you, uh, 'ave an invisible, ehh, friend. Like in your 'ead." He asked out loud, pointing at his temple lazily. He figured she would understand if he asked it slowly, but he wasn't looking to be terribly offensive, since she seemed well enough, and also seemed like she could tolerate the ******** out of him.
You're lucky she even stuck around by now, you're not the nicest person sometimes, you know.
Duh. It helped keep idiots away from me, he thought to Justice.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:53 pm
"Maybe you need to learn English," she chided snootily, simultaneously glazing over the origins questions. She didn't really want to think about where she'd come from at the moment, thank you.
Chel hovered near the doorway, caught between leaving him to get bedrest and staying to making ~friends~. "Friend? Not really a friend- he's nice though. Real statistical and s**t. Always telling me numbers I don't ********' care about, y'know?"
< ... >
Ouch sorry. Forgot you could hear.
She realized she'd been quiet as she spoke to her weapon. "Atch. Sorry, still getting used to so many conversations at once." She sighed, stretching for a moment before running her fingers over a tiny cat thing. She'd seen these in worn down Chinatown shops, but never actually with someone. Chelsea had a moment of contemplation about stealing it, but then thought better of it. That wasn't the way to make friends. "But doesn't everyone got a brain worm?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:16 pm
"English is very difficult." he admitted flat out, giving her a 'there's no way you can argue your way out of that one' look, his mouth quirked down in a somewhat innocent frown. "I can speak it, but, ehh, writing et reading. Pas de chance." He admitted, looking down at his journals on his little stand next to his bed, before rubbing unrulry black and teal hair, as she touched his little puss.
She's not going to break it.
How do you know?
Stop being such a child.
Snorting a little loudly at that, he shook his head and gave a sniffle and cough, rubbing his eyes a little. "It's one t'ing to be told you 'ave voices in your 'ead, another to ask people. Fact vs. . . ehh. . assumptions I t'ink de word is." He admitted. "My petite voix is very quiet. Kind of motherly. Tres strange."
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:59 pm
"Yeah well French is pretty ********' difficult too, so tellin' a person to learn it is like tellin' a person to learn English. So there." She then stuck out her tongue to emphasize her entirely mature point.
She noticed the journals on his desk as he blabbed about his little voice, and before he could hide them, Chel made a mental note to break into here later and read his deepest darkest girly secrets. She made no such moves now though. That would just be rash.
Chel backed away from the cough. "Dude do you want some soup or anything? I'm sure there's got to be at least ONE bowl of chicken soup around here ..."
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