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Post by taylor on Jul 6, 2010 22:36:02 GMT -5
Taylor, stretched out on of the couches that occupied the living room, was in the middle of reading one of the books her mother had sent over from Vineland. The book looked fairly old; it being covered in faded red leather that was starting to come off at the binding, and yellowing pages. Taylor had a look of concentration on her face as she turned the page. Most people her age would have a hard time reading what this book was about. Taylor herself was having trouble keeping what she read in her head and not have it go right out the window.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 21:13:50 GMT -5
*Reku had decided to stay at this strange institute. Plus that insane girl, whatever her name was, wouldn't let him go for the life of her. Reku finally managed to escape during her training session but he had to be extra careful not to make any thunder, because she would be attracted to it instantly. He was getting better at his English but still preferred to speak Finnish, especially because no one understood him.*
*He walked into the living room and found a nice chair, on the other side of the room, in the corner and plopped himself down. He let out a heavy sigh.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 21:28:51 GMT -5
As Taylor heard someone enter the living room she looked up from her book. It was a boy about her age with dark hair with a yellow streak in front and light blue eyes. She could tell that he was descended from somewhere in Europe.
When the boy let out a heavy sigh she just raised her eye brows. Taylor hadn’t been at the school for very long and she still thought the Americans had very strange customs. Back home she couldn’t have gotten away with that. She would have had someone to reprimand her.
Taylor continued to study the teenager in front of her for a couple more minuets before she decided to get back to her book. She was about halfway through and she wanted to finish before tomorrow.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 21:31:51 GMT -5
*Reku looked at the girl as she studied him. He watched her, almost like he was studying her as well. But he wasn't, he actual planed on leaving this room soon. He wanted to go outside. The clouds looked dark, almost like a storm was coming, he was hoping it was, then he could make all the loud noises as he wanted, and wouldn't get in trouble for it.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 21:40:41 GMT -5
Taylor could feel his eyes on her and after a couple of seconds got fed up with it. She looked up from her book and looked at him with a deep penetrating gaze. “You are staring at me, why?” She asked this with an emotionless voice, but with a definite European accent. She placed her finger in the book to hold her place and then sat up to look directly at Reku, waiting for an answer.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 21:44:16 GMT -5
*Reku could tell that she was kind of frustrated.*
Sorry, you are new, arn't you?
*He spoke with a very strong accent, it was definitely European, It was so thick that it was even a little hard to understand.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 21:59:43 GMT -5
Taylor just continued to stare at Reku, though her face remained emotionless. She quickly grabbed one of her bookmarks that she left on the table near the couch she had of just a few seconds ago been laying on. She the replaced her finger with the bookmark and placed the book on the table. She had been taught that went talking to someone to give them your full attention. “Yes I am new. Am I right in guessing that you have been here for a while?”
Taylor didn’t have a problem understanding him. She could tell that he defiantly had a Finish accent. So he either lived there for a while or was born there.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 22:04:12 GMT -5
*Reku shook his head. He had only been here for a bit, but oviously longer than her. He now knew most of the paragons and a few of the students. It was all because that girl drug him around everywhere. He could rarely get rid of her.*
I have only been here little longer than month.
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 22:15:38 GMT -5
Taylor continued to look at him with her emotionless gaze. “You have been here longer then me. That is a fact.” Her voice again was as emotionless as her face. Taylor didn’t know very many of the people who went to this school. The ones she did meet thought she was weird because she didn’t seem like she cared about anything.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 22:19:53 GMT -5
*Reku nodded.*
Guess so.
*He just shruged and then turned his direction back to the window. The clouds were now closer, he could feel the rush of the lightning coming closer, if this girl saw his expression she could tell that he was getting excited.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 22:24:28 GMT -5
Taylor got up from the couch and followed him to the window. When she saw the storm that was coming she said in her emotionless voice. “A storm is coming.” She then turned toward the boy again and saw that he was getting excited. Why was he getting so excited about a storm? Did his powers have something to do with storms? “You are getting an excited. This is a fact.”
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 22:27:58 GMT -5
*Reku shook his head and turned away, he then started to leave though the door.*
By the way, my name is Reku Eeaila
*He then stopped at the enterence of the living room, waiting for a response.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 22:41:21 GMT -5
Taylor decided that even if she went back to reading she wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyway, so she decided to go with him, ever it was he was going. When he told her his name she waited until she came up next to him before replying with her name. “I am Taylor Hart.” She then waited to see where he was going to go.
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Post by reku on Jul 7, 2010 22:44:18 GMT -5
*Reku thought it weird that she was leaving with him. But he was fairly happy to hear her name.*
You better be careful, if Danya sees you with me, she may attack you.
*She had become possessive, and had made it clear that she had claimed him as her boyfriend.*
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Post by taylor on Jul 7, 2010 22:56:38 GMT -5
Taylor just looked out in front of her as she walked down the hall that would lead to the main doors. “I am not afraid. I will be used to it.” She would be used to it. There were a lot of people in her countries inner court that would like to attack her and see her dead so that they could have her countries crown; though he wouldn’t know that. One of the things that she asked the professor was that he not tell any of the students that she was the princess of Vineland.
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