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Post by rosslynn on Oct 6, 2011 21:39:47 GMT -5
Rosslynn Newlanders sat on the bench as she waited for a guy by the name of Fred to pick her up. He was going to give her a tour of Paris, since she hardly went out unless it was to shop at the nearby store or to go to classes. The only reason why she never actually went out to take a look at her new home was because she was scared of getting lost. She sat there with a notebook, jotting down possible lyrics to a song she was working on. “Let's see.....What else could I put...” she spoke softly to herself as she continued to write slowly. It was rather hard, however, since she was infected with a bit of writer's block. Sighing softly, the brunette girl gently pushed the hair out of her face as she looked up at the sky.
She remembered what it was like in her homeland of Scotland. She loved the meadows and the rivers there. But there was always one thing that kept her away. Her father. Until she was able to prove to her father that she was just as much his child as her brothers were, she wouldn't be able to return. It was as if she had banished herself. But knowing that one day, her father would see her and love her just as much as he did her brothers. Which is why she was going to school to be a musician. Rosslynn's father loved music so much. So that was what she was going to do to make him proud. She would sing her heart out, play until her fingers fell off. Anything, just to gain his love.
But, at the moment, that didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she would most likely gain a friend. “Where is he?”
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 7, 2011 8:58:58 GMT -5
Fred was running late, as almost always when he had to train. He tossed his gym bag into the bench of the changing room and took a quick shower, wearing a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and a blue shirt he took again his bag and ran. Fred had met this girl over the internet, she was new in town and a first year at his academy, and being the outgoing guy he was he had asked her if she wanted a tour around town. Fred loved making new friends and so far this was the second stranger he had meet during the week, the first one being Aara, his current fling. Rosslynn seemed to be the shy type so Fred would have to work hard to make her feel comfortable. But that was his strong point and thanks to her mother he had learnt how he should treat girls and a lot of tricks about them.
He slowed down when catching sight of the girl sitting in a bench with a notebook in her hands and a pen. Fred smiled and tried to catch his breath now that he was finally there. “Hey, I’m sorry.” He apologized, sitting beside her while he slowly recovered. “So, is there a special place you want to visit? Eiffel tower?” He said laughing softly. Everyone wanted to see the tower; it had become Paris’ flag carrier around the world, just like the Louvre’s glass pyramid. French people said it was a scar but Fred didn’t think so, it was just a modern sculpture, a different way of expressing something. People in the past had thought the same of the tower and now they couldn’t imagine Paris without it. “Maybe a walk down the Seine? There is dozens of possibilities!” Fred loved the city and he had grown used to it quickly, though he still missed his home, and he was more of the country side than big cities.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 326
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 7, 2011 16:27:46 GMT -5
Rosslynn tapped her pencil gently against her lip, a gesture she always used when thinking. But she was suddenly brought out of her thoughts by the voice of a male. She jumped slightly and looked at him slowly. He was a handsome young man, but Rosslynn couldn't think this. She had just met him. However, he was nice looking. Probably already taken. She sighed softly and gave a sweet, gentle smile. “It's...it's all right...” she said softly. He asked her where she wanted to go. That was a wonderful question. Where exactly would she want to go? Biting her lip softly, she didn't feel like seeing the Eiffel Tower. She had a wonderful view of that at her apartment. “I...I have a....wonderful view.....from my....apartment.....of the....Eiffel.....Tower.....” she said with slight difficulty. The poor girl was always searching for the right words. Just so she wouldn't hurt anyones feelings.
However, she did hear him say something about taking a walk down the Seine? Rosslynn looked at the ground, then back at Fred and nodded gently. It seemed perfectly fine to take a walk with a complete stranger. “Er.....I'm....Rosslynn....Newlanders.....” she said softly. Well, now they weren't strangers anymore. 'How interesting is this? Random guy taking me on a tour of Paris. That's just...nice.' her thoughts went through her head loudly. She blinked then looked away slowly. Ross looked back at Fred and stood up slowly. “A....walk down the Seine? Sounds....nice.....shall we?” she spoke. Her scottish accent rolling off her tongue. At least she wasn't using her native tongue, or else he might have been confused.
The young brunette looked at the male again and tilted her head. They took different classes, but the goal was most likely the same. It was nice to get out and look around now than be a prisoner of her apartment and the small location around it.
tag: fred words: 309 notes: maybe i need to find her an outfit? i feel as if she is sitting there naked.... there |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 7, 2011 17:23:34 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] The girl looked nice and sweet, the shy, quiet kind. For someone like Fred who was all talk and everything that was just alright, he would take his time to help her feel more comfortable and stop acting like he would take a bite out of her or something. He smiled back at her and looked at the front, people walking by with their dogs and children playing and screaming and laughing around. This city was something, it was always so peaceful Autumn was just magical, with the yellow and red leaves of the trees and the slightly cold with the blazing blue sky above them. He looked to look at the sky, it was as if he was looking into a world of possibilities were nothing was impossible. There was no limit but the one you put upon yourself. He looked impressed when she mentioned she was already enjoying a great view of the tower from her apartment. Fred was there with a scholarship, he wasn't rich like the rest of them but that never made him feel bad or out of place. "Oh you do? That's so nice!" He noticed she liked with hesitation, as if she didn't know exactly how to say what she wanted to say, he didn't know if it was for the language or because she was that shy.
Fred hit his forehead softly when the girl introduced herself and offered a hand to him. "That was so rude of me! I am Frederic but please call me Fred." He said smiling. She seemed to like the idea of walking down the Siene and he got up with her, dusting his jeans off in case they got dirty. "So that would be! We can take a boat or we can just walk and see Notre Dame and the flower market." The good thing about Paris was that everything was kind of near, you could go walking to many places and if it was a bit far away you could always take metro. It was difficult to get lost if you knew the place you wanted to go. "Well I am glad you accepted to come, I'm sure it seems strange an unknown guys ask you out." He laughed a bit, trying to break the ice. "So where are you from? You said you were from England or somewhere close?" He scratched his head trying to remember, Fred had such a bad memory! He couldn't understand how he could remember the routines, but once again he didn't, he felt them.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 326
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 9, 2011 14:51:50 GMT -5
Rosslynn looked over to where the children were and smiled. She remembered how her younger siblings used to be that small. Archer and Avis were her younger siblings and they were also fraternal twins. It was odd being the only female in the sibling bunch, what was weirder was that her two older brothers were fraternal twins as well. She gave off a sad smile, wishing that her siblings were there with her. Maybe then she wouldn't feel so alone. However, she pushed that out of her mind and looked at Fred, who was replying to what she said about being able to see the Effiel Tower from her apartment. Ross nodded slightly and bit her lip a little, not knowing what else to say.
The brunette looked at him and smiled as he introduced himself as 'Frederic', but to call him 'Fred'. The young girl had no issue with that. In fact, she looked at him and smiled. “You can call me Ross....or Rossly....or Rossi....Whatever suits you....” she said. Rosslynn figured that if he was allowing her to call him Fred, then he should be able to call her one of her many nicknames. It was then he got up and dusted himself off, speaking to her about what to do next. Blinking, she tilted her head a little. “I've never been on.......a....boat.....what's a boat?” she asked. Maybe a boat was something like a car. She blinked and searched her mind for what would be the word for it in Scottish Gaelic. “Is it the same thing as a bàta?” she asked slowly.
Smiling a little, she nodded her head. “Well....we go to the same school....and you....aren't a stranger anymore....so....it's fine.....besides.....I needed a tour of mo bhaile nua....I mean....err....my new home....” she told him. Ross disliked having to correct herself, but she knew that Fred might ask what she meant anyway. So, she just went ahead and did it before he asked. Chuckling softly, she shook her head a little and looked away. “My homeland is Scotland.....beautiful place.....” At least he tried to remember. That was more than what anyone had ever done, really. They usually mistook her as Irish, but it didn't matter, really.
“I gcás ina bhfuil do theach? I mean.....where is your home?”
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 9, 2011 15:16:56 GMT -5
Fred had used a lot time knowing the city up and down. He hadn’t been scared of getting lost so he just threw himself into the streets of Paris, everyday getting to know some place new and someone new. He was the helpful kind of guy, stepping in when someone needed a hand and it usually went that way with everyone, unknown or not. With Rosslynn had been the same, he had saw her a little lost and still uncomfortable in a city that made itself being loved. So he had offered to take her out playing the gentleman in him again. Sometimes he looked at other boys and thought he wanted to be like them, they had that air of freedom around them, and that air of tough guy he wanted to have. But his mother had trained him well and it was impossible to go back on his way now. He did learn to fight when the bulling got unbearable but that side of him was well shut deep down and he wasn’t about to show it around again, besides, he wouldn’t be very proud of himself if he did so.
He smiled kindly at her still noticing that doubtful tone in her voice. That girl was way too shy for her own good, she seemed afraid that she will say something wrong or maybe it was that her French wasn’t very good. But he got the feeling that wasn’t the case; she gave off that timid vibe of being shut in a nutshell. He stared at her surprised that she didn’t know what a boat was and then a big smiled crept on his face, and idea in his mind. “You will have the chance of knowing it then, come on.” He blinked at her when she said something in a language he couldn’t understand. “I’ve got no idea what you just said.” He said with a laugh and lifted his arms in surrender. He happily listened to her as she tried to slowly form sentences, from time to time her native tongue slipping. Fred was kind of lost but it was funny. “Yeah well, glad you see it that way, I’m often taken as a weird guy.” He said laughing at himself. “Oh that’s right, Scottland!” He said hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand and laughing. “I’m from Lyon.” He missed home; he thought as he walked toward the river and looked around for a good boat to hoop in.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 417
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 11, 2011 17:31:24 GMT -5
Rosslynn smiled as he spoke to her. He seemed to not know what a 'bàta' was. Tilting her head slightly, she started to explain. “A bàta is something you get in to ride in the water.” she said softly. She hoped that's what he meant by boat. She looked around a little, then back to Fred, who was speaking to her again. So he was from Lyon? “Where is Lyon?” she asked him gently. She chuckled softly as he explained how he was taken as the weird guy. Shaking her head a little, she smiled. “You are unique, not weird. Everyone is weird in their own way.” she muttered loud enough for him to hear.
The young girl followed Fred as he looked around the edge of the river and smiled softly. She remembered when her brother's use to take her out on his bàta and sailed around the edge of the lake near their house. Sometimes they would stay out there until the wee hours of the morning just staring at the stars. However, that all ended when Duncan moved away for a short while. Sighing a little, she watched Fred as he searched for a boat. Ross blinked and brushed her hair behind her ear gently. She bit her lip, not knowing what exactly to say next.
“So...umm....How is classes for you? Dance is a nice class...” she said to him, hoping to strike a conversation about something they were comfortable with. Like school classes. Now, Rosslynn didn't know anything about dancing. All she ever knew was music. Maybe she would be able to talk him into teaching her how to dance. “I don't know a thing about dancing...” she spoke to him, looking away towards the river.
The musician breathed in the night air and smiled softly. Paris had this fragrance to it that she liked, which was weird since she never thought about liking another smell from a different place. It was definitely different for her, which was good. Ross needed different from time to time. The young first year wondered how her babies were doing. And by babies, she was thinking about her cats. 'I think they will be fine.....yeah.....definitely....hopefully...' she thought, her attention in her own little world.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 11, 2011 19:22:52 GMT -5
He smiled and laughed at the girl explained him what that word meant. It was so obvious the poor Ross was going through hell with the language her first year but he knew she would get better at it with time. Fred was sure he would have the same problem if it had been the other way around, him going to a foreign country and learning a new language and taking lessons on that language. He had to give her that. “Yes, it’s exactly that what we are looking for.” They were usually filled with tourist but sure there was always a space for two more passengers. By the look on her face Fred could tell Ross was enjoying the city and he liked that. He enjoyed it too but he also knew how she was feeling about missing home. Fred smiled at her when she asked about how dancing was going for him. So far lately training had been harder than before and he had to pretty much drop all his social life to not slack off. “Hard, we have some pretty hard rehearsals lately but it’s amazing.” His face lit up every time he talked about dancing because that was his element.
Everyone told him they had no idea of dancing and he found it amusing that he didn’t either, not at least the dancing you would use to have a good time at clubs and discos. He only knew how to do ballet and was good at following the beat but nothing else. “You take me out of my ballet and I’m like a fish out of the water.” He admitted to the girl. He finally found a good boat to hoop in and he nodded the girl toward it. “It’s my treat.” He said not letting her pay the ride like the gentleman he was, and allowed her to go in first. “This is the best way to see Paris in one ride.” He said getting comfortable in the nearest chair with the best views of the city. “What about you? How are your classes going?” He was good with the beat and the dancing, but he couldn’t carry a tune even if his life depended on it. He was curious about the world of music and he wanted to know if it was as hard as his dancing, he thought it would have his things, just like any other art.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 405
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 13, 2011 14:29:37 GMT -5
Rosslynn smiled softly as Fred confirmed that is what they were looking for. She stopped walking for a moment to bring out her notebook and jot down the words 'a bàta is the same thing as a boat' quickly before looking at the man again and catching up to him, seeing as how she fell behind while doing this. She nodded her head in understanding as he said that it was hard. Well, no wonder, ballet was hard to keep up with. But it was a beautiful kind of art. Using your body to express the way you feel in performances or to tell a story. Since music was her thing, she had a different way of expressing herself. Music and Dance could go hand in hand, you just had to figure out the best way to combined the two together in harmony.
Smiling softly, Ross looked at Fred gently. “If anyone made me do anything other than play piano or guitar....or sing, I would be the same thing. Though, I would like to expand my horizons in music and learn another instrument or two. Like the violin or the flute.” she said in her timid voice, starting to feel more and more comfortable as the night moved on. Once Fred found a boat, she started to reach for her purse to pay but he stopped her. His treat? So he would pay for it. This made Rosslynn blush slightly as she gave an appreciative smile. He said something about sailing on a boat would be the best way to see Paris in one ride and she nodded in agreement, her excitement rising happily as she sat beside the Dance student happily.
He asked about her classes and she shrugged slightly. “Same old, same old I suppose? They are hard but I enjoy them.” she said softly. “If you don't know the melody or the right pitch, you mess everything up....sort of like if you miss the beat and it completely messes up your steps for your dance routine I suppose...” Rosslynn spoke, her eyes glancing over to Fred slowly. Giving a smile, she went back to looking around the sights she could see from the contraption of which you could ride on the water.
tag: Fred
words: 375
notes: Sorry it took so long, Conan was hogging my muse. |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 13, 2011 15:15:05 GMT -5
Fred swore he couldn’t carry a tune even if his life depended of it. His voice wasn’t at all as beautiful as his dancing and he was glad his path on life didn’t have to do with singing. But his mother was another matter; she sang like angels and often sang to him while he danced. With a nostalgic smile he remembered how his mother sat at one of the dining room chairs around the table, his father close to her with warm love in his eyes while they watched him dance and she sang a softly tune. She often laughed at him for missing the steps or messing up and her laugh echoed in his head now many years later as the most beautiful sound in the world, like bells. Ross reminded him a bit of his mother, and he was sure she would have been his sister if destiny had planned it that way. Though they were the same age he was starting to feel like an older brother towards her, and Fred was sure she didn’t need more brothers in her life. He smiled softly at her. “My mother used to tease me because I could never carry a tune.” He said to her, laughing a little. “She had an amazing voice, and I am sure she would had had a great career if she didn’t have me.”
Her mother sacrificed her dreams to have him, which was something that made him feel a bit guilty even now. But she never blamed it on him, she said he was the most precious gift life had given her and that she was meant to take care of him as if he were a treasure. And she did, she fulfilled her promised with the world by giving him the most lovely and sweet years of his life. “Actually if we miss a step it can be the end of our career, a bad jump can mean a bad injury.” He said thinking how many good dancers had to give up because of that. He had some bad falls himself, and they pretty much sucked but nothing major, he was always able to dance after a week of rest or two. “I would like to hear you sing someday, I bet you are good.” He pointed toward their right to Notre Dame, it was a mesmerizing view from the boat, raising toward the sky so solid and pretty, the soft gray making contrast with the blazing blue sky. “Lyon is pretty near actually, four hours from home.” He said smiling. “I’m glad I decided to come to Paris after all. What about you? Do you miss home?” What a stupid question it was, but he had encounter people who had been very happy leaving their home behind. He had a hard time with it and it took a lot of courage to leave his father, but he was happy now, as he saw the city which was becoming home passing by.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 501
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 14, 2011 15:43:52 GMT -5
Rosslynn felt amazingly close to the man beside her, which was strange. But she looked at him, and realized that he was among the one of the only people outside her family that she felt this way for. It was as if, they were long lost siblings. How she wished that was the truth. Being able to have a sibling in France, what a wonderful idea to that. So, without telling Fred, she had adopted him in her heart. Listening to him speak she smiled a little. “My mother has the most beautiful voice....and my Dad loves to hear her sing....but....he doesn't like it when I sing for him. Actually, he doesn't like it when I do anything period.” she said with a sigh. She heard him talk about how his mother had an amazing voice as well.
Looking over at Fred, Rosslynn gave a happy and childish smile. It was interesting, her acting like that around a mere stranger she just met. But the girl felt like she had a connection with him just like the ones she had with her siblings. So, she guessed it was all right for her to act as if he was a sibling to her. Tilting her head slightly, she frowned. “I wouldn't want that to happen, Fred. Be careful.” she said worriedly. Soon, however, she was blushing. He wanted to hear her sing? This was rather a surprise for her. Shyly she nodded her head a little. “I will let you hear me sing sometime then...Just say when....anytime is fine..” she said, her voice quiet.
She looked over to see Notre Dame and it made her smile. Such a beautiful place, Paris. Deep in her heart, she hoped her father missed her. But she knew it wasn't happening. Cause her father didn't care where she was at all. “Really? Scotland is really far away.” Rosslynn said, looking down slightly as he asked if she missed her home. Thinking about it a little, she shrugged. “I do, but I don't. I miss my Mom and my siblings. But I am not welcomed home. So I would rather be in Paris anyway.” her voice was low and sad, but she shook her head to get the thoughts out of her mind at how her father just pushed her aside.
“I have four siblings. Two sets of twins. One pair older and the other are younger. I miss them a lot.”
She looked over at Fred and smiled slightly. “And I don't mind having another sibling. That is if you accept?”
tag: Fred
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notes: Awwww <3 |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 15, 2011 20:36:31 GMT -5
Fred frowned when Ross told him about his father and mother. He never had problem with his family and it was hard to imagine someone who actually had them, maybe because he was taught that family was the most important thing in the world and that you should love and cherish them because they were the only real thing you will have left no matter what. But he knew it wasn’t true, at least not in all families. He had heard about brothers fighting against each other for money, power, success… Useless things in his opinion because once you get all and you believe you are on the top of the world the only thing left is to look around and share it with someone, and no one would be there. And the ones who are would probably be there for many different reasons and none of them would be real friendship or love. “Well, it will be his lost, because someone as amazing as you deserves to be listened and loved.” He meant it, though not in the kind of flirting way other girls will think about. Fred knew Ross wouldn’t take it as flirting but as a real compliment.
It was a bad habit of his to trust people from the start, to give them the benefit of the doubt because he trusted his powers of reading people like books too much sometimes. That was the reason he always ended up getting hurt. “You will find people along the way who will hurt you enough as it is, so at least you ought to have your family when no one else will stand for you.” He had found plenty of those in his way, and without his father support he didn’t know what would have become of him. He offered her a warm smile and shook his head to look for more pleasant subjects; touchy topics weren’t his comfort zone really because he liked to make people laugh not to make them cry. But he was the one laughing when she warned him about being careful. “I’ll be fine, I’ve been doing this all my life, is piece of cake.” Not really but he wouldn’t have her worrying about little things. A wide bright smile spread on his face when she said she would allow him to hear her singing. Fred was fascinated about music because it carried a lot of feelings. At least good music did, and it was able to change his mood in less than a minute. “That would be wonderful!”
Apart from his hometown and Paris, Fred had never traveled outside France and it was something he wished to do with his dancing. Being given the chance to dance in London was one of his dreams, he really did had a lot of dreams and goals to achieve. “I’ve never been there, I guess is beautiful.” He frowned again when the topic of her home raised, not really wishing to see her sad he tried to distract her by pointing his finger at the next bridge, a beautifully ornamented one. “You will make of Paris your new home then, and I’ll be delighted to be like a brother to you here.” Though he never played the big brother, at least not intentionally, he wasn’t sure about how that was going to go, but since he didn’t tend to analyze his relationships he just supposed everything was going to sort out in its own way and probably quite smoothly. It was his talent after all, and sometimes his worst nightmare.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 595
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 16, 2011 18:09:18 GMT -5
Looking at Fred, she smiled a little and looked at the water. He was really sweet, which could most possibly be why she connected with him so easily. He told her how it was her father's loss. This made her smile. “Aye, thank you Fred....you are really sweet to say that.” she said to him, giving him a happy smile. She then looked around the boat again and noticed all the people there. The people around here where sitting comfortably in their seats. Some where couples who were kissing each other and having a romantic time. Others were families just going to enjoy the view. This made Ross smile at how a lot of people could just be sitting there at once and doing all sorts of different things and reason why they were there.
She looked over at Fred as he spoke to her. Nodding slightly in understanding, she looked at the water again and saw how her face reflected off of it, showing her sadness like lyrics to a sad song. “I guess that's what friends are normally for. When your family won't stand behind you, you at least have them to comfort you..” she said softly. She continued to stare at the water until she was brought out of her thoughts again by the male's voice. Smiling a little, she gave his arm a playful poke. “Good. Because if you hurt yourself, I might have to dance for you, and that wouldn't be good.” she said jokingly. When he heard that she would sing for him, he got happy and excited, it made her smile brightly as well. At least he wanted to hear her sing. “In return though, you have to dance for me.” she said.
To her, dancing was something of elegance. Not many people can throw their emotion into dancing unless they were truly into it. Now, Fred seemed the type of guy that was. It seemed as though he had the natural talent to put his feelings into his dancing. As well as tell a story with it. He commented on how he guessed Scotland was beautiful. Giving a soft smile she nodded. “It is a very beautiful place. Mostly country side. Often when you are driving, though, you get stopped by sheep.” she said, chuckling. Looking at the bridge, her eyes became bright and happy. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “That sounds wonderful, Fred! I'm happy to have a brother here in France. You can help me learn my French...” she commented.
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 17, 2011 7:18:47 GMT -5
Fred had many natural talents as well as many flaws. But he was so good hiding those that people often mistaken him for someone perfect, which was far from the truth. He tended to be quite aggressive if someone pushed the wrong button but up until now that had only happened back at high school. Here in Paris he still hadn’t meet enough people to find someone who would piss him off and since he was going to an art school where many men danced ballet he hadn’t been teased for it and surprisingly enough he hadn’t been mistaken for a gay either. It was a nice change for once to be surrounded by people who understood him. Ross didn’t seem to mind he was a dancer, and she didn’t seem to take him as gay so he had liked her instantly. He frowned when the girl looked down at the water with sad eyes; it seemed he had stirred some unpleasant feelings by bringing the topic of her family up. He had done it again, find someone weak point and bring it up. He sighed. “We all find out support in the end, it doesn’t matter if it’s family or friends, we are all human and we all need one.”
He had needed one too, and still did even when he had things under control because being alone wasn’t something he liked. Fred laughed out loud when Ross said she would have to dance for him and tried to imagine it. “You leave the dancing to me and I leave the music to you, deal?” He said laughing. “Because if something happens to your voice and I have to take your place…” He faked a shiver trying to make his point. He had told her before he couldn’t carry a tune at all and it was true, he had a very unpleasant voice when singing. He thought about dancing for her, something he had only did before for Aara, but he didn’t mind at all dancing for someone, he loved to show his talent because it was something he was good at it. “Sure why not, but don’t ask me to teach you because I’ve never been a good teacher.” He said laughing. Fred had never been good teaching others to dance because he didn’t know how to explain things that were so natural and easy for him as breathing was.
He smiled when the girl finally seemed to cheer up, which was what he had been looking for all this time. He pointed different places at her, places he had already visited himself and that were now part of the background of the city for him, nothing especial anymore because he was so used to seeing them that he didn’t paid attention to them anymore. Of course the beauty of it all still amazed him and he would stop sometimes and look at it again. He laughed out loud at the idea of sheep blocking the road “I’m can’t imagine that.” He offered the girl a sweet smile and shrugged as if it was nothing. “You will be comfortable here.” He promised her, Fred was going to make sure of it.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 533
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Post by rosslynn on Oct 22, 2011 19:55:47 GMT -5
Rosslynn looked over at Fred and gave a smile, then looked towards the front of the boat they were in. There were a couple of people with instruments. This got Ross excited. Maybe they where some sort of stringed quartet. She noticed a violin, a flute, a guitar, and other instruments. “Yeah....Hey, what do ye think they are doin'? They have instruments. So maybe they are like....traveling musicians?” she asked. Tilting her head a little, she was listening to what they were saying. It was odd, however, as there was a voice among them that she recognized. “Oi, oi, oi! Fred. You might actually get to meet one of my brother's if I am right and that is him along with them. But what would Avis be doin' here....unless he is in the national's of that school competition I was told about.” she said, her voice sounding excited. But how would she be able to go up to her younger brother after all this time?
She looked over at the dance student as he spoke. “Aye, it's a deal. I wouldn't want you to ruin my career. Let alone me ruining yours.” she said with a laugh. Rosslynn looked back over to the group and tried to see if her brother really was with them. It was true, the competition was coming to Paris, but only the best would have been able to get there. So maybe...
“Oi, Avis, ain't tha' ye sis?” she heard a voice say in a speech she recognized all too well. Giving a happy smile she looked over at Fred. “Oiiiii, Fred! My brother Avis is here.” she called out. From the crowd of people came the dark haired, blue-eyed boy she knew all too well as Avis. He gave a happy smile moved across the boat to greet the sister who had left home to pursue her dreams of becoming a famous musician and to attend the school there. The young boy started speaking in their language, known as Scottish Gaelic. Rosslynn smiled happily and started chattering along with them. Soon, her face turned back towards Fred. “Fred, this is me younger brother, Avis Newlanders. He wants to be a musician just like me!” the brunette said proudly.
She then told Avis who the man with her was. He spoke, but he gave a sly smile. Rosslynn blushed madly and gave a pouted look. “Nach bhfuil sé mo bhuachaill!!!” she exclaimed to the younger male who just laughed. She gave a sigh and smiled, hugging her brother close. “Tá mé caillte agat an méid sin, Avis...” she whispered.
tag: Fred
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notes: She said "He is not my boyfriend!!!" and "I have missed you so much, Avis." |
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