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"hey come on talk more." Engel said with a smile, wanting to hear her cutie accent. He liked how different she was from everyone else in the school and wanted to talk to her more.
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Mostly to annoy him, she just shakes her head.
Her lunch was finished, so she puts her chopsticks back in the box, and closes it, and puts it in her bag. She continues to sip on the chilled green tea, the bitterness warming her. |
"oh some on talk more, I want to hear that cutie accent of yours." Engel said as he looked at her and smiled. He Then looked at the action going on in the war zone. There where now two teams and they were really going at it.
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"Typical American." she sighs.
She had been here long enough to know the American's view of the French. The stereotypical view of the french girls, and their accents, like hers. She didn't talk enough for anyone to really bridge the two, so no one would remember that. Her green eyes turn cold, and she focuses more on her tea, and the full-out snow war. |
"If you want to know I am not american, I am part german, spanish, and I think Austrailian." Engel said as he thought back on his family. He knew that he was not Amarican.
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"Which part?" She asks, a question an Irish friend of hers would say to silly Americans who were trying to impress her.
Of course, she'd add on the rest of the phrase, 'your head or your arse', but Mitsuki refrained, the point was still the same. She watches the students pelt each other with snowballs. It was like watching small children play for the first time in snow. |
((Sorry I had to go out))
She had listened to the boys and after a while she placed the music down. She smiled and grabbed her bag of music. "Well its was nice talking to you. You both seem like great guys. I'm sure you'll find your dream girl soon. Not every girl is hard to please." She smiled and nodded her head to the storekeep and then to the other were. Her eyes never left the were. Bad manners to look away from your own kind. It meant you see them as a threat. ANd well she really didn't want a fight on her hands. She waved and headed out of the store. She was getting hungry and if she couldn't make it home she'd have to hit up a burger joint or raid the local farm. She really didn't want rare steak tonight. |
"I do not really know since I never really asked my parents befor they died. All I know is that I am not American." Engel said as he looked down at the ground. He atted to talk about his parents since they had died.
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Mitsuki groans inwardly.
Who was the slow one again? For once when she was being literal, no one got it. Very few were true full-blooded Americans now, but that didn't make them not-American. Engel did seem...saddened, probably about bringing up his parents. She herself had left her parents a few years ago, best to split up and not all die at once. Not knowing what to say, she doesn't say anything. |
Engel looked up at her and tryed to smile. He did not like to make people feel sad for his lose. "ok, I have a quetions. What kind of accent is that?" he said trying to get his minde off of his parents
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"Je suis francophone. Je parle francais. C'est francais." She replies, in her native tongue.
She had no qualms about talking in her first language, it was just English that bugged her. Of course, actually answering anyones question with a straight answer also annoyed her, thus the full answer, but not easily given. |
The snow fight over, Tara shook her head. She had to go home. All this stuff. She needed to think over it, sort things out. She walked briskly, trying to clear her head, not think things over right now. She had to get home, think over it where things were cozy, familiar.
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When Engel heard that he leaned back and said "you said that beutifully even thought I have no idea what it means." he looked up to the sky which was now full of snow flakes
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She held her hand over her stomach as she walked down the road. She had about 4 more blocks to go. She needed to run but she was too tired and hungry. She thought back to the other were she met. It wasn't like her pack was disgusting. "We just...intermingle with vampires a little too much." Course the vampire parent never stuck around to see the child. Elusive bastards. She never met her mother, had no intention of it. She felt her two sets of fangs with her tongue and her stomach groaned more. "Damnit." She sighed and just picked up her pace. She'd find a burger joint. She should have enough money for a burger.
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"Bon. J'ai parle bien, ca." She replies, enjoying the familiar words on her tongue.
"J'ai habite France. Comprendez, ou pas?" She says slower. He should hear France, even with her different pronunciation. |
"let me quess your French." Engel said as he listend to every word she said. He like how they sounded and just wanted to hear her say more.
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She replies. "Oui."
It wasn't a big deal to her, but if someone cared, she wasn't going to deny anything. Just give them a hard time, mostly. |
"so is that a yes." Engel said as he closed his eyes and listend to her word. They where echoing in his head and he liked now they sounded
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Tara walked inside her door, went in her bedroom and dropped into a deep sleep, strange dreams fluttering through her mind.
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<<Why is everyone else on Green team? >.> <.<>>
"Yes." Her reply is simple and short, yet she still hates the sound of it. English was so guttural, not as flowing and natural like French was. Like having a ballet-dancer play American football. |
(I'm not! ^-^)
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"say something else in french." Engel said when ne stoped hearing her voice. He did not want to stop hearing them in his head. The way he heard her voice in french was like magic to him.
((I just like the color green)) |
What, was she a circus pony or something?
"I'll pass." She says, getting up. She often couldn't stay still for very long, like now. She grabs her stuff, and weaves through the snowballs to the sidewalk, going for a walk. It wasn't like there'd be any class really, now anyway. |
Engel ran up to her because she forgot one thing. He stood in front of her with a snowball in his hand "you said you would join the war." he said with a smile
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"I never say things that get people's hopes up." She replies, probably the longest English sentence she's said in a while.
True, she took the snowball, but she said nothing of the sort. She continues walking, thinking about going home, and then going for a nice run in the woods. |
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