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Post by Izuru Kiro on Jan 13, 2010 14:25:04 GMT -5
Izuru let go a small sigh as walked the hallway dragging his feet. He had just gotten out history class , that was his last class of the day. His teacher was so boring so he could help yawning. He was so tried and he need a place where he could nap without being disturbed by anyone. Sure the blond had some homework but he was in no state to even think about. He could hardly even keep his bright blue eyes open. Another yawn and a then a slight annoyed sound escaped from the blonds lips. As he dragged his blue backpack on the floor.
After a couple more minutes of walking he stopped short. He was getting to tired to walk anymore. So he deiced to see if there was anywhere near him that would be empty. He saw the school theater and deiced to go inside there. Figuring that no one would be in there at this time of day. After another soft and cute yawn he pushed open one and the large doors and walked. He made a was at the folding chairs throughout the room. They looked really and comfortable and dirty. So he wondered up to the wooden stage at the head of the room.
Not bothering to use the stairs he put his bag down on the surface. And then climb up on to the stage. He yawn once more and layed down at the stage. Pulling his bag under his head to use as a pillow. Hoping that his study teacher would not notice he had skipped. The boy really needed to sleep and he knew she would let him. The boy smiled and closed his eyes gently hoping he would have a good dream. And not the nightmare that had been keeping him up at night at home.
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Post by chaoscass13 on Feb 10, 2010 22:17:22 GMT -5
Francois walked the halls of the school, running a tired hand through long brown hair. Yawning a tired yawn. The sun filtered sleepily in through the windows, and made the school seem to be trapped in twilight, even though it wasn't. Francois shifted his bag on shoulder. It slung low at his hips, and was filled to the brim with homework, notes, and his various coiled notebooks, which he would die with out. They held various one sided conversations of the past, and although he would never tell anyone, he liked to keep them for sentimental reasons. He was a social person, and loved people, but he was quiet (for certain reasons) and he didn't have many social encounters. Besides, to keep such a good average in school, he couldn't let himself get distracted. He wasn't used to the schooling system in Spain yet. It was different from anywhere else he had been.
He was carrying something else today, though. his flute. He hadn't played since he lived in western Canada, and wanted to hear the familiar, clear sound again. He opened the theater doors and walked in, sneezing when the dust hit his nose. he plopped his bag on the floor, and for reasons unexplained, he completely missed the sleeping figure on the floor. He opened the case, with a few clicks, and arranged the silver flute. Blowing some hot breaths into the flute, he warmed up with a few scales, but soon grew tired of the repetition. He then started to play. He tried to play the beginning overture of "Cats" but he was rusty. A few squeaks here and there, but he was starting to enjoy himself. He changed tempo a few times, and kept it lively. He started to smile, though despite himself, and it changed the embouchure and he had to stop playing. He sat down on the steps, and admired the beauty of his friend that laid in his hands. suddenly, he noticed the figure that was keeping him company on the stage.
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Post by Izuru Kiro on Feb 11, 2010 19:52:01 GMT -5
Izuru made a noise in his sleep when he heard a sharp sound not to far him. After he had heard some footsteps enter the room. What is that squeaking sound he asked himself. Wondering if he was hearing things ,because he was so tired. It would not be the first time that he had hallucinated when he was really tired. One time at his old school he had walked into a wall that he thought was a door. He ended up breaking the glass in the door , and got a cut in his forehead.
A near by teacher got mad at him and gave him a detention , before guiding him to the nurse. Seeing there were no doors under him the blond he deiced that he better look. He yawned slightly and made another noise. Before opening his eyes and sitting up and looking in the direction of the sound. He blinked couple times at the person making the sound. The blond was slightly scared by the mans appearance , wondered what he should do. He had two choices one was to run and hide ,because he was judging a book his cover again.
Or he could be more polite and go over to say hi to the kid , make a new friend. Despite the uneasy feeling his stomach he got up , walked over. He remained silent and bit his lip roughly. Hoping that the man would not get mad at him for interrupting. " Um Hi there ..." the blond paused in his speech wondering if he should inform the man that he had woken him up. The next thing that crossed his mind was how rude it would sound if he did. So he deiced to keep quiet and wait for the man to say something too him. While he waited his eyes drifted to floor and his shoes. [/size]
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Post by chaoscass13 on Feb 13, 2010 0:57:36 GMT -5
"Um, Hi there."
Francois stared at Izuru. He was about the same size as him, how could he have missed him? Blond hair, blue eyes. Francois had seen the traits before, but on him, it looked... different. Cute. Yeah, that was it. Cute. Francois could only imagine the look he had on his face. wide-eyed with shock, but blank as he studied the person before him. Suddenly, an epiphany went through his mind. A person talking to him! He smiled, incredibly giddy at the chance of a social encounter. He supposed he was a bit grateful. The only human interactions had been online for the past 2 weeks...
Francois crinkled his eyes, and gave a small wave. He then walked over to his bag, and retrieved a notebook, exchanging it for his flute. He panicked, after not finding a pen for a second. He breathed out with a sigh of relief when he found one, and he quickly scribbled something down and showed it to the blond boy.
I am Francois. Who are you?
He then smiled his most charming smile and took a step towards the boy.
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Post by Izuru Kiro on Feb 14, 2010 5:58:13 GMT -5
Izuru smiled back at the boy when he smiled at him. In his head he smiled in in relief because that meant the other boy wasn’t mad at him for talking to him. While he was trying to play his flute. Zu's smile faded when the boy walked past to a bag, the blond wondered if the kid was going to leave. So, he turned to look at him and saw him exchange a notebook and pen for the flute he was playing. Zu blinked at him and couple times wondering what he needed that for. The boy then wrote something on the paper and showed it to him. It told Zu his name and asked him who he was.
Zu was kind of confused to why the other boy was writing things down. But he deiced not to ask , because he did not want to get in trouble. If the boy was testy about the reason for the pad and pen. Iz smiled and the boy again before answering. " Nice you uh meet you Francois kun, you may call me Izuru. "He told the boy calmly as he adjusted the strap on his own bag he had with him. Zu wondered if the boy was going to use the paper the whole time he spoke. If that was case the blond hoped the handwriting continued to be neat and easy to read. [/size]
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