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Post by Freya Cullen on Sept 20, 2012 17:42:06 GMT -5
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The way that she was traipsing through the halls, no one could deny that Freya was either mad, bored, or angry. Luckily, one of her professors told her that she should probably go back to her dorm and stay there until she felt better, or else she would probably still go through all of her classes with everyone looking warily at her. It was interesting, how Freya was really, truly, a nice person, but no one said anything about how she looked or felt that day. Grumbling, the Brit stumbled slowly towards her dorm, whole small body absorbed in a thick white sweater with a red heart on it, a look of annoyance on her usually happy face. "I hate everyone. Everyone sucks." Freya said, stopping by the fountain that was outside of the dorms, seeing another person there. She made way to avoid them, but it appeared to be impossible. "Hey, are you Freya?" they asked, as she turned towards them, annoyed. "Of course I am. There are about five transfer students here from Britain, two of them are girls, and the other is a redhead. You can eliminate the choices pretty easily." Freya snapped back, ready to leave.
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Post by Amelia "Amy" Williams on Sept 20, 2012 19:13:52 GMT -5
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Amelia found herself wandering the halls of her dormitory during her free block. She was admiring the artwork and the peacefulness of the dorms at this hour, most of the school was in class right now with the exception of a few. Amelia pushed open a new door and made her way down the hard gray stairs, she went down a slight before started to wander again, after she had made her first turn she heard a distant voice go "Of course I am. There are about five transfer students here from Britain, two of them are girls, and the other is a redhead. You can eliminate the choices pretty easily." She wondered what was going on, I am the redhead brit. Amelia though, deciding that gave her the right to walk in that direction. She made her way around another conner before she came to face with one of the underclass girls, and none other than the other british student, Freya. She didn't really know the girl that much, but she heard a bit about her. Trying to sound as innocent as possible she said; "Hello, Freya. I heard a voice down the hall and I couldn't help, but wonder who was talking-" Amelia realized that Freya looked a bit frustrated and paused in her words, "Are you okay?" Amelia wasn't really sure what to say, and she had kind of blurted that out herself.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Sept 20, 2012 19:34:29 GMT -5
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Freya flipped around, looking angry at first, but then her gaze softened as she saw the other Brit. "Oh, speak of the devil, she's here!" Freya exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air for emphasis. "Would you mind telling this bloke that when you hear a girl speaking in a British accent, out of classes when most people are riding, or doing some other bat crap crazy class, and has brown hair that it's most likely Freya Cullen?" She said, glaring at the other kid. Bad mood Freya was not the Freya that you'd like to cross paths with. Fun Freya was fine, slightly moody Freya was fine, but Bad Mood Freya would not be someone you'd want on your bad side. She realized that Amelia started to talk, and she turned around, trying very hard to have a smile on her face. "Ah, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit frustrated with the world-" she turned back to the student, who looked like they were ready to jump up and run away, "asks stupid questions." She snorted, and turned back to Amelia, after the kid left them, a look akin to fear on their face. She was sure that she'd regret it in the future, her telling off someone when it was just a misunderstanding, but for now she could be as angry and annoyed as she wanted.
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Post by Amelia "Amy" Williams on Sept 20, 2012 20:01:03 GMT -5
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Amelia couldn't help, but get a hidden smile at Freya's frustration over the kid. "Would you mind telling this bloke that when you hear a girl speaking in a British accent, out of classes when most people are riding, or doing some other bat crap crazy class, and has brown hair that it's most likely Freya Cullen?" She ranted off. Amelia took a breath and replied "Look kid, go somewhere else for now. She is a bit cross right now." Amelia didn't want to be rude, she knew the frustration when she was mistaken for Freya or something because of the accent. Freya started to reply to Amelia's first question. "Ah, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit frustrated with the world asks stupid questions." With that the kid started to walk off awkwardly with a bit of fear in his step. Amelia turned back to Freya and said; "Stupid questions are the worst, I mean our accents aren't even completely the same, I have more of a rural area accent!" She tried to make a joke to get Fraya to lighten up and relax a bit, Amelia assumed she was tired, but she didn't want to say anything about it.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Sept 23, 2012 20:41:12 GMT -5
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Freya nodded in agreement, looking ruffled up and annoyed as her brown hair was currently all in a fluff. Besides, you're from Bath, aren't you? She asked, rubbing up and down her arms as she tried to get the blood flowing in her body again. I'm from Essex, a completely different place. God! You would think Americans would be a bit more sensible. She huffed, blowing little puffs of white air into the area surrounding them.
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Post by Amelia "Amy" Williams on Sept 29, 2012 23:33:38 GMT -5
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"I'm from Essex, a completely different place. God! You would think Americans would be a bit more sensible." Freya replied with a small huff. "They're all a bit thick." Amelia let out a small yawn, the late nights were catching up to her. Amelia shifted her feet for a second pulling on her light purple sweater. "I mean Essex is on the other side of England for lords sakes." Amelia joked a bit, she was always an introvert, not good with conversation.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Oct 6, 2012 16:15:39 GMT -5
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She glanced over at Amy, chocolate eyes staring intently at the other girl. I'll be glad for the day when I get to move back to Essex and leave all these Americans. Did you know what I got asked yesterday? If sometimes I go around and talk in an American accent, like how some of these Americans talk in British accents. She sighed and rubbed up her goose bumped arms, turning back to Amy. Freya was intrigued by her, she didn't even know why, but she was. Amelia, one of the Brits, shy. It was suprising how many people got them mixed up, when they were really nothing alike.
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