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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 16:12:08 GMT -5
Nattie found herself staring down at a block of text in her history book, talking briefly about a Russian Tsar from long before her time.
Mumbling something in Russian she closed the book and sighed. Normally she'd be truly enthralled with learning more about her home country, but today her mind was on something else.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she allowed her mind to wander, thinking back to the last time she was with Nicolas, and his kiss. She allowed herself one small smile and opened her eyes, only to see a blond girl across the room staring at her with a smile.
She didn't recognize her, and honestly the girl looked lost.
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 16:25:51 GMT -5
Marie was on the first trip of the school year.
She was attending an all girls school in London, and had opted to go on a trip back to Paris for the chance to see her family for a moment. Sadly, all her time had been spent going on tours of museums and taking notes. They'd done other things, but Marie wasn't at all interested in them, she'd seen all the sights of Paris, it was her home.
Today her class was going to go on a tour of the Eiffel Tower and go see the Arc de Triumph, so Marie decided to stay behind and take a personal tour of the school that had put them up while they were there.
Thus bringing her to her current location.
The girl she was staring at had an aura about her, it was something, she was learning, that could tell her what kind of person they were and what kind of things they'd been through. The girl's aura was dark at first, but when she closed her eyes her mood briefly changed to a lighter shade. She was obviously thinking of something wonderful.
But then she opened her eyes again and her mood went dark, and Marie had been caught.
Standing up she pushed down the wrinkles in her skirt and headed over to the other girl.
"Hi."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 16:44:52 GMT -5
"Hello" Nattie replied with a forced smile, the girl had interrupted her good thoughts, she hadn't intended to be so cold immediately.
"Is sere somesing I can be doing for you?"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 16:48:50 GMT -5
"I simply wanted to come over and say 'ello" Marie smiled "I'm from [insert school name], my names Marie."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 16:51:48 GMT -5
"Ahh" extending her hand her smile softened "Nadezhda Petrova, Nattie, please."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 16:52:39 GMT -5
Marie grinned and took the girls hand with her own gloved one and shook it politely "If you don't mind me asking, your accent-"
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 16:57:58 GMT -5
"Russian, da" she nodded and motioned for Marie to take the seat across from her "I am here for se schooling, Madame Villettes is one of best schools in eastern vorld."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 17:01:19 GMT -5
"I thought so" she smirked "I knew it was familiar, and yea, since we've been 'ere I can tell why! It's enormous, I mean I thought my school was big but jeeze."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 17:06:02 GMT -5
Nattie chuckled softly "I don't exactly know how se size of se school has to do vis it's education standard, but da it is quite se campus."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 17:06:53 GMT -5
"Well I mean it's huge so it's got to have a lot of money, and with lots of money comes well trained teachers and well trained teachers mean good education right?"
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 17:07:15 GMT -5
"I suppose vone can not be aruging sis."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 17:08:08 GMT -5
"There you go!" She laughed a bit too loudly and got a shh from a nearby girl studying "sorry."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 17:09:58 GMT -5
Nattie bit her lip when the girl laughed trying not to laugh-
'With her, at her, along side her?'
"So how are you liking Paris?"
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Post by Marie Bristow on Sept 12, 2011 17:12:27 GMT -5
"I'm actually from round 'ere, I was raised in me early years in London though, thus the silly accent. Me dad runs a homeless shelter down on 18th."
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Post by Nattie Petrova on Sept 12, 2011 19:03:35 GMT -5
It made sense, actually the girl did seem to lack a bit of refinement. Not to say that Nattie didn't like her, in fact the complete opposite, but it was far too early for that kind of thinking.
"Sat's vonderful."
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