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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 12, 2012 16:57:43 GMT -5
August 24, 2014 1:22 PM It was perfect. Or, at least, she thought so. It didn’t appear that she had any roommates, and if she did, they weren’t here and didn’t have their stuff here for some reason (new like her, maybe?), so it was just Sisia for now, in this room meant for three. Ah well, she was used to sleeping alone anyway, so even though she’d enjoy having someone else in the room to stave off the shadows and the creepiness of the dark, chances were that they’d protest the pink flower nightlight she still used. With that, the Liechtensteinerin dug around in her suitcase, pulling it out with a thankful sigh (for a moment, she thought that she had forgotten it!) and plugging it into the wall, making sure that it was off, of course.
Now, it was perfect. With that cheery thought, the girl stowed her purple duffel bag underneath her beg, thinking it was probably the best spot for it, and snatched up her activity bag, slipping out of the door and closing it gently behind her as she made her way downstairs. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do first… Work on the handkerchief she was embroidering, light blue with silver stars? Maybe draw some people who were sitting around? Read one of her books? Oh well, she could always find something to do.
Peering into the first floor room, the comfy sitting room type place, Sisia was slightly disappointed to see that no one was hanging around in there. Sure, there were people going in and out, and all, probably going to set up their rooms or heading out, or something along those lines, but there seemed to be no people who were semi-permanent fixtures to the room, unless she missed someone. Ah well, looked like sketching someone was out…
Making her way to plop down on the (rather comfy) couch, the freshman ruffled through her bag, frowning inwardly as she flipped through the books she had. Aw, she had forgotten to put new ones in… Briefly, she considered either going up and grabbing some more, or rereading a book just because, but those thoughts were quickly discarded. Nah, if she were to keep leaving, then she’d never get started on anything remotely productive! And she had literally (well, almost literally) just read them, so it wasn’t best to read them again. Especially if she wanted to make headway with anything.
So that left either doing some of her logic puzzles in her one book, like Sudoku and that, or working on her handkerchief. The latter won out in a heartbeat. The former were mostly to keep her mind sharp, and because Uncle Anton had given her the books, and it would be both rude and a horrible waste of gift if she didn’t use them, so she wasn’t exactly keen on them. But working on the handkerchief (though she didn’t know if she was going to hold on to it (she had amassed quite the collection of handkerchiefs and wished she had friends to give them to) or give it to someone) would be very nice, and she always enjoyed it.
Pulling out her needle, thread, and said handkerchief, Sisia set down her bag against the couch, and then curled up in the corner, her Mary Jane-clad feet coming up beside her (though she made sure her flower-covered white dress was not showing anything), the girl balanced the handkerchief on the armrest thing of the couch, silver thread on her lap and needle in her hand. Her tongue stuck out slightly as she concentrated, delving into her working mindscape.
Quite frankly, she was zoned out of the world, and wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention. And normally, it didn’t matter, because there weren’t people around.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 13, 2012 14:07:09 GMT -5
Matthew opened his eyes blearly.
Where was he, again? Right.
A sigh escaped the Canadian as he grabbed the open book off of his face. Closing the object, he gently placed it on the night-stand next to his bed. At first, he had been confused. This didn't feel like home, but it felt familiar all the same. For a brief moment, Matthew had forgotten that he was in a dorm at all. Though, he didn't remember when he had fallen asleep either.
Sleep always seemed to be an elusive beast. Always lurking around the edges of his eyes, but not willing to come when summoned. Though, somehow managing to take over when it deemed appropriate (or in a majority of instances, the most inconvenient time.) Some people believe that the Sand man was the one responsible. Screw that, thought Matthew at times; it's got to be a Sand cat. Sleep was unpredictable enough to be personified as a cat.
For now, though, the Sophomore could only stare at the cieling. This was where he was now, there was no going back. Lucky enough, the boy had somehow managed to make a friend or two already. Something that he had troubles doing even back home. Though, the circumstances for one of the friendships was rather odd; Matthew did find himself rather happy.
What felt like an eternity passed as the Canadian shot his eyes away and stared at the digital clock. 13:22. For a moment, he thought it was impossible. But, then again, Matthew's sleeping schedule was so erratic that it was hard to really distinguish what was considered late or early. Even so, a snack was sounding good at the moment and he slowly pulled himself out of the bed; stopping briefly to straighten his clothes. Casual attire; a simple hooded turqouise t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Not really one for fashion, it was what was comfortable that mattered to him.
Quietly, he stepped out the door, shutting it behind him and heading down the stairs into the lounge. So far, Matt hadn't seen anyone else in the dorm. He knew that Michelle roamed it's halls, but for the most part, that was it. His two neighbours, while he could hear them, were just as elusive as the Sleep Cat. Not that he minded having time to himself, but things still got a bit lonely.
As he reached the bottom foor of the lounge, Matthew took notice of the small girl over on the couch. So much for not having anyone around. She looked busy, though. And he wasn't one for interrupting someone while they were in the middle of a task. Maybe he could at least bring them out some tea or something. But, what if they didn't like tea? That means he would have to ask... It was a stupid thing to worry about, but he did regardless.
Just go and ask her, it's not that difficult, idiot. [/color] Taking a deeping breath, the Canadian walked quietly near where the girl was. " U-um...e-excuse me?" he asked, voice shaking.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 13, 2012 14:30:21 GMT -5
Well, this was certainly coming along nicely. With a critical eye, the Liechtensteinerin surveyed her work, but couldn’t find any flaws in it that she hadn’t already corrected along the way. It was pretty, she thought, with larger star in the corner, surrounded by a bunch of smaller stars, and then even smaller ones dotting along the edge of the silver lace, her project yet uncompleted. It was so hard! The stars were way way small, and she had to get so many of them for it to look perfect and to be just right, and it was just… hard.
Still, she had wanted her latest handkerchief to be a project, and a really hard one, considering that it was kind of hard to mix it up when all one embroidered were handkerchiefs (simply because she had to make the handkerchiefs herself, and Sisia didn’t trust herself enough to make anything else well), and it looked like it was turning out just the way she wanted it. Too bad it would likely remain in her drawer with the rest of the surplus she had. She should really stop.
Not wanting to contemplate a word in which she didn’t embroider handkerchiefs (however outdated they kind of were), the freshman launched right back into her sewing, painstakingly carving an infinitesimally small star in the light blue fabric. Her concentration was utmost, completely focused on getting this one thing perfect, this one, additional star, even if it would be like many more, right…
So of course someone had to interrupt her, and scare the bejeezus out of her to boot.
The voice, however quiet it was, startled the girl immensely, and she jerked, accidentally stabbing herself with her needle. “Ach!” With the automaticness that came from someone who was used to it (frankly, she didn’t even want to think of how punctured her fingers were by now), Sisia stuck the slightly bleeding appendage in her mouth, and, after scanning her handkerchief to make sure that it hadn’t been ruined, either by the needle or thread ripping, or her blood staining it (yet another thing that had happened far too much), she turned in the direction of the voice, eyes wide.
“Ja?” Sisia asked, after removing her finger from her mouth. It wasn’t bleeding too bad, so chances were it’d be fine in a bit. Thank goodness. Digging out her band-aids this early in the year was not something she wanted to do. Realizing suddenly that she had spoken in German, and that the boy most likely didn’t know German (though she would be absolutely tickled pink if he did), she switched over to English. “Ah m-mean, yes? Vaht cahn Ah do for you?” Her accent was obvious in her words, and she could’ve kicked herself, embarrassed as she was. It probably hadn’t been a good idea, now that she thought about it, to go completely off in her own little world while in a semi-public place. Especially since she had been dealing with sharp objects.
…And her finger was still bleeding. Right. She popped it back in her mouth again, blinking up at the taller blonde boy with wide green eyes, her blush fading, as she waited for him to answer.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 13, 2012 19:08:39 GMT -5
Matthew jumped a bit when she stabbed herself. Oh, God, he should have just kept to himself and left her alone. It was never a good idea to interrupt someone that deep into concentration. All the blond could think about was how to quickly apologize and what there was that he could possibly do to help the situation. Running back was a very enticing idea at present, though.
"I-I-I apologize! I d-didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" he instinctively began to fuss. The Canadian felt awful, it was his fault that this had happened! Instincts were telling him to maybe get the first-aid kit or something similar. But, his mind was simply reeling. Where to go, what to do, what coul--- "Ah m-mean, yes? Vaht cahn Ah do for you?"
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Wait, so she wasn't really badly hurt or anything? The blond felt himself relaxing, if only slightly, at the realisation. Still, Matthew remained with that sinking pit of guilt in his stomach, "I-I'm sorry. I-I just thought, um..." The Canadian nervously rubbed his right arm with his hand, trying to form the words. After that incident, would it be okay to just change the subject to what he was originally going to ask? "N-nevermind, are you okay? Wait, I asked that already...didn't I?"
Mentally, he started cursing at himself. [/blockquote]
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 13, 2012 20:26:02 GMT -5
In her embarrassment over her words, and the fact that she had forgotten to address the other and all, Sisia had accidentally glossed over his frantic words, and honestly hadn’t heard them. She had still been slightly tuned out of the world, albeit only slightly and more because she was worried about her handkerchief, but enough so that she hadn’t heard his words.
Frankly put, the girl didn’t know why he was looking at her like that. The combination of guilt, relief, and concern was puzzling. Was he… alright?
Then, he apologized, and the Liechtensteinerin felt like she was with the program, finally. That she understood. Giving him a smile as she removed her finger once more, she shook her head, hair flopping around her. “Nein, it ist fine!” she told him, relaxing and feeling her embarrassment slipping away. He clearly seemed to think it was his fault (though it most certainly was not!), and didn’t think it was odd of her. And there was no mention of her slippage into German, nor her dark accent. He was nice!
Though even though quiet people were fine, and Sisia had nothing against them in any way, perhaps he should make more noise. He had sounded like a ninja, the way he just appeared like that! …But that wasn’t the best choice of phrasing, ninjas didn’t make sounds and neither did he… She’d have to think more on this later. Not now.
For a moment, his stammered words (which kind of broke her out of her ninja-induced haze) made her blink owlishly, nonplussed, before she broke down into delighted giggles. He was funny! And cute! He reminded her of a little kitty-cat, or puppy… The latter was the best comparison. Ninja-puppy, it was! “Ah ahm fine, sehr,” she told him, beaming brightly at him. “It hahppens ahll ze time, do not vorry.” Truthfully, her finger was probably more holes than finger by now, as evidenced by the fact that the bleeding had slowed to just an itty bitty trickle. Yes, she was very fine.
“Und mah hahndkahkief ist sahfe, und thaht ist ahll zat mahttahs!” the Liechtensteinerin informed him happily, using her small knife-pen-thing (she wasn’t sure what it was called in English, to be truthful) to cut the thread down the quick and present the almost-finished handkerchief to him, like an olive branch she wanted him to inspect. All she had to do was finish the dotting of stars around one edge of it, and then she’d be done! Thank goodness!
…And she wanted to ask him, again, what exactly he needed, but it would feel kind of weird or whatever. She could wait, Sisia was patient. Very patient.
Unless it involved something cute, which, unfortunately, it did.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 13, 2012 21:00:03 GMT -5
Her accent, as thick as it might have been was not uncomprehensible. Despite Matthew knowing next to no German, he could understand the odd word here and there. He did feel a bit awkward when he stared at him the way she did, but that was just his own insecurities. For a moment, he opened his mouth to voice another apology. Words died in his throat when she insisted that everything was fine.
"It hahppens ahll ze time, do not vorry." Relaxing, Matthew stopped his nervous habits. Still feeling a bit of concern and guilt, but naturally knowing that there was nothing he could do about the situation. It was over and done with. Nothing more, nothing less. His face looked a bit confused for a moment when she mentioned a handkerchief. However, soon remedied when she held up the object to show him.
Curious, the Canadian stepped a bit closer, fixing the glasses on his face so that he could see the item a bit closer. To put it bluntly, he was rather impressed (the handkerchief having stars on it making him smile somewhat.) "T-this is amazing. You did this c-completely by yourself?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 13, 2012 22:11:09 GMT -5
The praise made her blush, of course, her cheeks turning pink as her beam faded into an embarrassed smile. Such a sweet ninja puppy! “Z-Zahnk you,” she said, her face feeling hot, before, by some sort of strength of will that appeared out of nowhere, the girl forged onward, forgoing her embarrassment. She could store it away and deal with it later. Right.
“Ja, Ah did,” Sisia told him, blush still present but not affecting her as much as it had before. “Ah do ah lot of hahndkahkiefs, because Ah do not zink ah could mahke ozzah zings…” Oh, how she wished she could make bag! Or a blanket! Or something else! But she couldn’t really sew a bag without ruining it, and the only blankets she could make were knit ones and therefore not good materials for embroidery, but handkerchiefs… Those she could do. “But hahndkahkiefs ahre easy to sew. Zen I embroidah.”
With that explanation finished (though he probably hadn’t wanted as much as she spoke, a fact which made her cringe inwardly, at how it might’ve been taken), and pleased that someone had deigned to ask her about her hobby, she smiled at him. Wait… would he maybe… want it? Someone to give her handkerchief to? It was one that she was working very hard on, after all, and she didn’t want it to just be stuffed away, not if she could help it!
“Vould you like it?” Sisia asked curiously, tilting her head to the side as she brought the prize back to her lap and fiddled with the edge unconsciously. “Ven it ist done, und ahll… Ah do not haff ahnyvone to give it to, und Ah do not vant it to be put ahvahy…” Hopefully, he would think the idea was good, and that she wasn’t being weird, and… The girl deflated slightly, all of the negative ways he could react flitting through her head, one after the other, and she kind of began to regret such an action, though it had brought her a bit of hope…
When she thought of an idea, and perked up. “Or Ah could mahke you ahnozer one, viz ah diffahent pahttahn, if you vould like!” There, that should be good! Ooh, wait, better change that! Hastily, she quickly amended her earlier statement, hoping to not be misunderstood. “Ah mean not now, but latah. Vould not mahke it aht zis moment.”
...Boy she was articulate, wasn't she? And her cheeks felt warm again. Joy.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 13, 2012 22:57:27 GMT -5
The smile that appeared on Matthew's face could not be hidden even if he had tried. Noting the embarrassment that seemed to grace her own features. And, in all honesty, it made him relax a little. She wasn't going to bite off his head, afterall. Not that he ever thought to such an extreme. The girl seemed harmless and sweet, that little bit of regret for scaring her was still there.
He listened to her explanations, nodding in response every now and then as he took all the information in. And while she might not have accepted what he had to say; there was no doubt in Matthew's mind that she could probably make equally amazing and beautiful things. "It's beautiful." he mumbled a bit to himself; he had not really intended for that to come out. It was more of an inner thought than anything.
While the Canadian wasn't handy at crafts, he did appreciate the art. All he could do was admire the talent that the young girl showed. "Vould you like it? Ven it ist done, und ahll... Ah do not haff ahnyvone to give it to, und Ah do not van it to be put ahvahy..." Matthew was a bit taken back, eyes going wide for a moment.
Did she just....offer to give it to him as a gift? He could hardly believe it. Matthew didn't even know the girl, much less her name, and she was offering him something such as this. "I-I don't know, wouldn't you rather wait and give it to someone a little more...deserving?" he fidgeted inwardly, really unsure how to react to the proposal.
Plus, it looked like it took a long time to make. How could he possibly accept something like that?
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 14, 2012 8:17:12 GMT -5
He said… something. Sisia definitely wasn’t sure what the other said, seeing as he was a rather quiet speaker and the only way she had indeed been able to tell if he did say something was by the fact that his lips had moved, but she didn’t ask for clarification. Maybe he was talking to himself? She did that sometimes, but when she did that, usually there were no other people around to look at her funny… Each to her own, she guessed. And maybe his lips just moved, and he didn’t say anything. Quite possible.
And was she overthinking this far too much? ‘Yes’ was definitely the right answer.
However, his next words made her blink in surprise and wonder if maybe he was overthinking it, too. Both of them at the same time? But Sisia didn’t remark on that observation, instead tilting her head to the side, brow furrowing slightly in puzzlement. “Desahving?” she asked, kind of confused. “Ah vant to give it to you because you ahre nice!” Why else would she want to? And why would someone have to be more ‘deserving’? It was just a handkerchief, nothing more… Wasn’t like she was offering him her cellphone (which was probably the most expensive thing she owned) or anything like that…
A thought occurred to her, however, and she smiled up at the older boy (though it was starting to feel weird, carrying on this conversation with her sitting and him standing and her still not knowing why he started the conversation in the first place) in a semi-realization. “If you really do not vant it, you do not haff to be polite ahbout it. It ist fine.” That was always possible, because, frankly, she didn’t get why he thought he had to be deserving. It was nice of him to phrase it in such a way, though!
Maybe she could find someone else to give it to?
Absentmindedly, in the (small) corner of her mind that was good at making observations and that had also caught his lip-movement from earlier, Sisia noticed that he hadn’t said anything about her making him another one. Did that mean that idea was a no-go, then? Aw… It had seemed like that’d be cool, to make one specifically for someone. She hadn’t been able to do that since Uncle Anton had told her that he had too many handkerchiefs, and wouldn’t accept anymore.
And that had been forever ago.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 25, 2012 20:18:00 GMT -5
A brief flush of red graced his face; she thought he was nice? Well, he definitely had to ask her if she would like some tea now. After such a compliment. Yet, still, as per his nature, Matthew couldn't help but disagree. "I-I'm not really, but..." he fiddled with the base of his shirt a bit. Not all too obvious, just pulling it down like it had been too high up or something similar.
Was it really okay to accept something of this nature from someone? When thinking about it, Matthew knew that it must have taken an extremely long time to accomplish. He himself didn't partake in the embroidery hobby. But, he knew that his mom used to and how long a project would take her usually. "I-It's not that. I-I just...it looks like it took a lot of work." after hesitating, he nodded and admitted to it.
Really, it was beautiful. But, how could he ask her to make one for him or give up something that took so much time. "B-but, if you want to..m-maybe.." he stopped himself. No, he was not going to ask it. It would have been rude. He didn't even know this persons name yet! [/blockquote]
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Feb 4, 2012 20:10:36 GMT -5
She nodded firmly, this the one thing that she was willing to argue, and set in her ways about. “Yes, you ahre,” Sisia told him with a smile, though she inwardly found it quite funny, how he kept protesting. And that blush! An adorable little ninja puppy! Truthfully, she didn’t understand what her Uncle Anton had against boys: All the ones that she had ever met and knew (albeit not many) were very nice! What was so wrong with them? Probably just him being paranoid, as usual.
Oh, so it wasn’t that? The Liechtensteinerin tilted her head to the side as he spoke, before she glanced down at the handkerchief tucked in her hands, and then back up at him. “Vell, it does…” she agreed, considering it. It might have taken a lot of word, but she didn’t want it to gather dust… And it was always much more fun when you knew that someone was going to have and use it! “But Ah vahnt to give zis to you! Ahnd Ah like ze work… It ist fun, ja!” That should settle it, right?
At least, she hoped so. She didn’t understand, sometimes, what was up with people and all their little… things, like that, but she was the one who made it, and she was totally okay with it, so… that should work! If she had any luck today!
He spoke again, though, and she tipped her head the side. “Ja? Mahybe vaht?” Maybe he’d accept it? Maybe he’d let her make him one? Something along those lines, it had to be! Hopefully!
Mentally, her fingers were crossed.
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