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Post by Gilbert Bielschmidt on Oct 18, 2012 8:48:46 GMT -5
Gilbert was surprised to see he'd been assigned the same dorm room as he had been last year. Well then. He casually began making himself comfortable, claiming one of the two top bunks in his bedroom. Alfred had been assigned to this same dorm, and Francis the one just across the hall. Not that he knew this yet as he casually started throwing a little mini-party.
Yup. He'd brought the rootbeer, the Glowsticks, and the silly string. As well as the music, which he turned on now and started dancing to- Gangnam style!
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 18, 2012 9:19:24 GMT -5
Alfred soon walked in... Just the right timing too. Gilbert was going to get some rest after this party and so was wearing his 'keep out of direct sunlight' T-shirt. Alfred couldn't help but to snicker a bit. This guy was so cool. "Sup dude!" He finally said after a while. An excited look on his face. This was going to be a fun year Alfred could tell.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 18, 2012 9:35:49 GMT -5
[[I'm assuming Francis doesn't know either Gilbert or Alfred, right? I can change it, though, if you wish.]]
After looking over his dorm room, Francis bit his lip. He needed a social life. As of right now, he was all alone in the room. Which, of course, wasn't a bad thing, since he did enjoy the peace and quiet that having his own dorm room would bring to him, but he would also miss having a social life. He wanted friends, wanted someone he could talk to.
So he stepped out of his own room and glanced around the hallway before his eyes fell upon the room right across from his own, where another boy was just walking into. He looked fun, interesting, new. Well, of course he'd be new to Francis. He was from France, for heavens' sake, not America. All Americans were still somewhat new to him.
Well, best pull on the charm and try to get some new friends. He stepped forward, catching the door right before it shut, and smiling brightly at the two boys in the room (for he hadn't seen the other one, though now that he got a good look at him, he was astonished by the silver hair and crimson eyes). "Bonjour!" he greeted pleasantly. "What's going on in here?" |
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Post by Gilbert Bielschmidt on Oct 18, 2012 11:48:07 GMT -5
Gilbert was surprised by the Frenchie coming in but tried not to show it as he greeted the two. "Salut. Vhat brings you two in here? More party people?!" He'd actually been just about to get out the silly string and draw a smiley face on the door with it... "Names Gilbert Bielschimdt... I'm returning to extend my cinematography degree. Vhat about you two?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 18, 2012 11:57:46 GMT -5
"Oh hey there." Alfred went to brofist the other new student who'd come in, looking him over curiously. Bonjour Huh... That was French right? Alfred was pretty sure that was French. And then... Gilbert was speaking German there. He was sure of that one, as he'd had much more exposure to it. "... While we're getting to that. Ok dudes. Names Alfred Jones... I skipped a grade in high school and... Well. I heard they had a good chemistry program here." Though he tried to remain cheerful Alfred's voice gave away how nervous and down on himself he was at the moment. Moving to Washington state had been harsh on him and he wasn't adjusting well.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 18, 2012 15:42:09 GMT -5
Francis allowed himself to be fist-punched by the younger of the two males in the room, still smiling brightly at them. Gilbert and Alfred, then. He supposed they both shared the room, or at least knew each other. It would be nice, then, to get to know both of them better. "Francis Bonnefoy," he greeted. "I'm here for the culinary arts program. I just moved from France. I heard this school was a good one."
He glanced at Gilbert, raising his eyebrows. "Gangam Style?" he asked, finally recognizing the name of the song. "Interesting choice. What's it playing for?" He stepped farther into the room, now standing beside Alfred. Well, everything was going fine at the moment. Best continue becoming friends with these two. |
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Post by Gilbert Bielschmidt on Oct 18, 2012 16:31:04 GMT -5
"... Just to get the party going, ja?" Oh god that ear-grating laugh of his. "And France Huh... A long time ago I lived in Germany. But it was a small town, and apparently no one had heard of albinism... I was too young to remember when my family moved to America." It'd been... What seventeen years? The only remnant of his time there was that he still knew some of the German from his childhood... And even then he was horribly rusty.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 18, 2012 16:41:03 GMT -5
"I'm from Rhodes... Just moved here... What a few months ago? I... Kinda miss home though. But Dad won't let me come home till I got a degree-" Alfred hated his Dad sometimes. So strict, separating him from all his friends at the first opportunity because bad influence nonsense... He was lucky his dad hadn't installed a hidden camera or two around the dorm room.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 18, 2012 19:09:45 GMT -5
Francis smiled when Gilbert told him about Germany. Of course he was German- the harsh, rough accent was more than simple to decipher. And, most obviously, he was certainly an albino. "I've actually never met an albino person before," Francis stated, raising his eyebrows and smiling. He'd heard about them, seen them on television, but he never actually came face to face with one, despite all of his travels.
He then glanced over at Alfred. Honestly, he had no clue where the hell Rhodes was, but he decided not to focus on that. "Why won't your father let you return home?" he asked, glancing around. "Also, do you guys mind if I take a seat?" |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 18, 2012 19:19:44 GMT -5
"Something about the economy being messed up. He wants me to get a good job and... Stuff. I personally don't care, long as life is fun it's all good." Alfred hated it... Putting his stuff on the other top bunk that Gilbert hadn't claimed for now as he sat down next to Francis. Watching Gilbert continue dancing.
"Disco pogo! dingelingeling, dingelingeling, Allen at zen sing'n!"
"Sooo. If we're gonna be dorm mates dude, you gotta remember to turn down the loud music when I'm studying."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 19, 2012 10:10:04 GMT -5
Francis smiled as Alfred sat down next to him. He was young and angry with the injustices of his father. Though, if Francis could understand the situation better, he might make more of a judgement that was similar to Alfred's. At the moment, however, he simply believed Alfred didn't want to study and do well in school, that he wanted to do his own things. Men his age generally think that, the Frenchman told himself, turning towards Alfred.
"Your father might be right," he pointed out. "The economy isn't so great right now. Studying well and getting a good job will help you with economic troubles." He gave a wink, enjoying the close proximity of the American more than he should (because this was one good-looking student, especially for an American). "The fun can come later." |
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 19, 2012 21:06:29 GMT -5
"It's still no fun but... I guess you're right... Not like I can't handle the stuff anyway." That was a partial lie. Alfred did not know if he could handle taking Latin class. But for him the only way to find out was to try. What were the risks after all compared to the benefits, successful or not?
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Post by Gilbert Bielschmidt on Oct 20, 2012 19:20:46 GMT -5
Gilbert just grinned and continued dancing and stuff though... Until an opportunity presented itself. He couldn't resist spraying the silly string in Alfred's hair. And he laughed as the other protested... God what an annoying laugh. "Kesesesesese~!"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 21, 2012 15:02:35 GMT -5
Francis stared at Alfred for a few seconds longer, blinking ever so slightly. Something about the boy's tone made him think that he was lying, that maybe he couldn't handle the schoolwork. He was younger then most of the other students here, after all. Had he had any time to actually live life the way he wanted, or was it his father who was telling him what to do left and right? "Of course," he added. "Sometimes, the children might know best. It's best to see what works out for you. Maybe college isn't it. And maybe it is."
Before he could say any more on the subject, though, Gilbert sprayed silly string right into Alfred's hair and gave a grating laugh. Francis smiled, amused at the situation. "Do they allow you to have that in here?" he asked, unable to help himself when a small chuckle escaped his lips, brought on by just how silly the younger boy was looking. |
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