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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 25, 2012 21:37:33 GMT -5
The streets of the shopping district
09/06/2014
1:32 PM
“Awesome.” Alfred found himself expressing aloud as he glanced about, widened and excited blues eagerly capturing everything they saw and then some. He already made his way through the area when he’d gotten off his plane, but it was in a rush. It was close to eleven o’ clock at night at the time, after all. Anyone who knew Alfred would know that he didn’t like wandering about at nighttime. Regardless, he didn’t have time to admire the scenery previously, nor the abundance of shops, so here he was on his first day off from his new school doing just that. The American didn’t think he could possibly be more pleased with what he was seeing. He’d always adored explorations of any degree, so this particular outing might as well have been a field day for him. It wasn’t like he was meandering through the forest in his backyard back at home. He was on a different continent altogether, disregarding the fact that it was a different country. He didn’t have so much as a rough idea as to what to expect, and he loved it. |
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Feb 2, 2012 19:36:15 GMT -5
It was nice, honestly, to be able to come out here after a full week of school. It had been hectic, and full, and completely different from anything that she had ever done in her life before, but Sisia had loved it. Being around people, learning in a different atmosphere, a different classroom, every time, and even making some friends! At least, she thought they were friends, or they would be. Unless her memory was going bad (which would be horrible! She’d never be able to pass!), they had yet to use the ‘friend’ word. Sadly.
But even though it had been absolutely wonderful and she had loved it so much, it had been kind of tiring and exhausting, and she was glad to get the day off so that she could explore. She and Uncle Anton had explored the downtown, over by the school, but she hadn’t checked out the shopping district, so that should be fun.
A smile on her face, she scanned the crowd of people, though it wasn’t really crowded, just… crowded, but her eyes did a backtrack as they came across a familiar face. Matthew! The sophomore that she was making her handkerchief for, and who she went to tea with.
“Mazzew!” she called, once more horribly mangling his name, and stepping through the people, as he had apparently not heard her, she made her way over. “Mazzew, Ah did not know you ver-”
It was then that she realized that this was not Matthew.
She turned bright red with humiliation, and immediately stared down at her mary-janes, clutching at her blue dress with her hands as she felt herself unable to look up at the stranger. “Ah ahm sorry! Ah zought you ver someone else!” Oh gosh, how embarrassing…
In all truth, her best option was probably to flee really fast. She couldn’t believe she had done that! |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Feb 4, 2012 12:41:41 GMT -5
“Mazzew!”
Alfred cast his gaze toward the sound of a heavily accented shout that seemed to be directed at him, locking onto none other than a petite girl that looked like she couldn’t be all too much younger than he was. She was making her way over to him, looking somewhat excitable.
All he could do was blink as his mind whirred about in effort to remember who this girl might be. He briefly entertained the idea of her being a foreigner who might have needed help, but he was a foreigner himself, wasn’t he?
His theory was abruptly disproved when the girl, having come closer to him, appeared to have realized her mistake, apologizing to him in perfectly fluent English, though still heavily accented. Now, he amused himself wondering what kind of accent it was. He’d always loved hearing any kind of accent. They tickled him to no end, but not in a bad way.
“Oh! No worries! No need to be sorry, or anything. It’s cool. Happens all the time.” He tried to reassure her, grinning all the while. “Seriously, all’s good. I’ve done it myself a few times! Haha.”
Upon further inspection of the girl’s embarrassed and downcast features, she looked somewhat familiar to him. Maybe he’d seen her in passing at school, or even back at the dorms. It seemed like he’d been on the go the entire week since the moment he arrived, so it was entirely possible that he’d caught sight of her once or twice but hadn’t yet had a chance to say hello.
Regardless as to whether Alfred had seen her before or not, she looked positively humiliated. Boy, was he having bad luck with making girls feel bad about themselves lately. He’d have to fix that.
“Um, hey, did you say Matthew?” He inquired, still smiling as brightly as ever. “Matthew Williams? ‘Cause he’s my brother. We look a lot alike, huh?”
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Feb 7, 2012 11:19:37 GMT -5
Ah, so he wasn’t upset or irritated or mad? That was a relief, and Sisia only just barely managed to stop herself from letting out a sigh that expressed that, purely through the fact that she didn’t want to embarrass herself anymore. Oh no, definitely no more. She had already done enough of it, and hadn’t even finished her sentence! New track record, right there.
She let herself smile slightly, cheeks still pink, as she blinked up at him. “Ah, zahnk you,” she told the other, fiddling with the creases in her dress and resisting the urge to punch it all up in fists. No, no, she wouldn’t act like a little pre-teen girl. Even though she was embarrassed. “Ah zought you vere…” she trailed off, having been about to say the name of her friend, the awesome adorable ninja puppy, when she decided that it probably didn’t matter at all to the other. No, the best idea would be to apologize again, and then be on her way.
Before she could do so, however, the older boy filled in her blank, and her eyes widened, surprised by this turn of events. They were brothers? That… That did not make her feel better, nope. Just because they were brothers and looked alike and this probably happened to them on a daily basis…
Still, despite that, she perked up slightly.
“Ja!” she replied, the final remnants of her blush dispersing. “He ist mah friend!” Or, at least, she considered him her friend. Between the tea, and the handkerchief, and the niceness, and the ninja puppy-ness…. How could she not? Really? But he might not feel the same way, of course. One always had to be sure about that sort of thing.
Tipping her head slightly to the side, she nodded in response to his question. “Ja, you do look ahlike, but only from ah distahnce. Closah, you look vahy diffahent.” Perhaps not very, like how her and her Onkle were sehr different, both in looks and personalities, but they were very distinctively apart from one another when she was closer like this. There was probably even more of a contrast when they stood next to each other.
…And no, she totally did not just think of them as a science experiment. Nope. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Feb 8, 2012 16:30:57 GMT -5
A bubble of delighted laughter fell from the American’s lips. For one, he was immensely glad to see the girl perking up like she was, seemingly over her embarrassment. Though he hadn’t known her for more than a minute or two, a smile really did suit her best, much like one suited—well, everyone best!
Second of all, this meant that his brother had already made friends, even what with being tossed into this new environment. That really did relieve Alfred more than he could properly express. It wasn’t like Matthew was ever a loner, but the blond couldn’t help worrying about how others could potentially misinterpret him because of his soft spoken demeanor or slight stutter for something negative when in reality, he was the most amiable and considerate person anyone would ever meet.
He figured it was common on the list of things older siblings fretted about, but he wouldn’t ever admit that to said sibling. No way, José.
“Oh, man. I’m glad! I was really worried about him and all, but I guess there was no reason to be. Matt’s lucky to have such a nice girl looking after him.” He chirped.
She really did seem like a sweetheart, though he hardly knew her. From what he’d seen, girl was somewhat shy, but definitely kind, all the same. Then again, he supposed the shy or timid people he’d met in his time were usually the most gracious ones.
“Alike but different, definitely. I think you hit it right on the head. People are always telling me that we definitely look like twins, but our personalities are crazy different. Like—” Alfred paused for a moment, looking as if he were in deep thought. He couldn’t help the teasing grin that spread out across his features as he continued to speak. “They say I’m the pure hearted and adorable one, and he’s the evil, notoriously sadistic one! Haha!”
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Feb 13, 2012 19:05:17 GMT -5
She smiled slightly at the laughter, despite the fact that she really wasn’t sure what he was laughing about. Was he laughing just to laugh? The Liechtensteinerin had done that sometimes with her parents, when they couldn’t help but look at each other, then burst into laughter for no reason at all, but that couldn’t possibly be it…. Could it? Maybe, she wasn’t sure. She might look funny.
Either way, even if she was the butt of some internal joke (which she didn’t think she was, as he seemed far too nice for something like that, especially considering he was the very nice Matthew’s brother), she smiled brightly.
Of course, his next comment immediately made her blush. “Z-Zank you…” Sisia told him, wondering vaguely in a distant part of her mind if there was a health issue with all the blood rushing to her cheeks so much. Better not mention that one to Onkle, he’d worry again. “Und he’s ah nice oldah bruder like you to be looking ahftah him!” She wished that she had an older brother… Likely, it wasn’t all that she imagined it, with a lovely brother that looked after her, rustled her hair, and taught her everything he knew, but it was still a nice fantasy.
After all, she didn’t particularly like being an only child.
Sisia tipped her head to the side, curious, as he agreed with her statement, apparently thinking about something. Like… what? His next words, however, made her let out a snort, followed by a group of giggles. Matthew? The evil one? His brother sure was funny! “Really?” she asked with a smile, twinkle in her green eyes. “He vahs yust lyerring me in viz ze tea! Ahwful!”
She nodded, barely able to stop herself from breaking out in a thousand-watt grin that would likely hurt her face as she took on a mock-serious look. “Zat explains so much…”
Of course it didn’t, Matthew was one of the nicest people she had ever had the fortune of meeting (not that she had met many people, but the point still stood). It was kind of fun to tease back and forth like this, though. Which she hopefully wouldn’t embarrass herself by failing at spectacularly, as Sisia hoped the other could become a friend.
Even if she still had to learn the other’s name. |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Feb 25, 2012 5:18:57 GMT -5
“Aw, shucks. I don’t know about that.” Alfred chuckled, in the least bit shy about the turn their discussion had taken.
Never once had he considered himself anything more than just an older brother, because that’s what he was. He was an older brother from birth, and would continue to be one until the day he died. A nice older brother, however, was something different entirely. It wasn’t like he tried to be a mean older brother, but he never exactly thought of himself as a nice one, or a good one, for that matter. He simply did and said what he thought was right. There definitely wasn’t anything extraordinary about him in relation.
When he paused to consider it thoroughly, he realized he was going around in circles thinking about it. It probably wasn’t even that big of a deal.
Even still, regardless of what he himself thought, the fact that this girl thought better of him brightened his already brightened mood. He certainly was right to think of her as a sweetheart from the get-go. She was even willing to play along with his teasing!
“Don’t it?” Not able to restrain a bit of a giggle fit, he reached out to briefly pat the girl atop her head. “You’re fun, y’ know that? Oh, but I haven’t even asked your name! That’s pretty rude of me.” He offered a somewhat apologetic smile. “Mine’s Alfred! What’s yours?”
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