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Post by Freya Cullen on Nov 27, 2012 19:27:38 GMT -5
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Noah Aurelio
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Post by Noah Aurelio on Nov 27, 2012 20:35:23 GMT -5
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he was tired of americans already. not many knew any manners and some were just plain old snobs. he just wanted to see his old italian friends, or even someone who wasn't an american. wandering around the school his thoughts muddled with his feet and somehow walked him to a dark room where a dim light stood over casting a light across a girl. noah frowned and tried to figure where he was, wait, isn't this the girls dorm common room? he thought and then the girl turned her phone on, catching noah in her eye. she turned the lamp light to full casting a light across his chiseled face. just smile and say you haven't an idea where you are. plastering on a smile noah walked in a bit an nodded to her 'lo', with the single word he could tell she was a brit. taken by surprise he stood motionless for a few moments and then got ahold of himself, "eh hello. i'm sorry, i haven't an idea where i am." he gripped his lip and studied her features.
Outfit: CLICK; Tagged: FREY; Words: 1000; status: DONE; note: LOL DERP
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Post by Freya Cullen on Nov 30, 2012 20:37:34 GMT -5
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Noah Aurelio
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Post by Noah Aurelio on Dec 28, 2012 23:05:00 GMT -5
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he noticed how she didn't react with a scowl or some sort of glare at him. easily he could have been lying, yet what would come of him in a girl's dorm, where he barley knew any of these annoying americans? noah had more class then any chap who thinks he is so cool because he could sneak into some girls place just because it was an obvious no boys area. "thank you eh, what are you studying?" the boy asked, making every syllable and vowel heard by habit. it was how he talked, expression the word, causing his sentences to seem intense or dramatic.
"i'm noah, from italy if you can tell," he spoke softly, easing his way over to the couch, settling his body into the dark cushions. he sat with his legs spread and his back laid back, hopping t give the note that he wasn't all to scared of the place he was in. yet, inside he was prettified. worry pricked at his neck and back, causing his eyes to drift to the door again and again. eyes back on the girl with an apparent british accent, noah slowly spread his lips the smallest bit and mumbled softly. although just enough for the brit to hear, "i see your british, and that you aren't one of the popular staved girls here." admitting to himself that his words were a bit harsh, he couldn't shake the fact that they were entirely true. for him, being big in one person's life seemed the way he would go, not trying to push others down to be big in everyone's life. shaking his head the smallest bit, he returned his mind just to catch the girl speak.
Outfit: CLICK; Tagged: FREY; Words: 1000; status: DONE; note: LOL DERP
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