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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Jan 10, 2010 22:08:16 GMT -5
Perhaps if he hadn't been held back in Environmental Studies -- again -- he would have found himself dragged into Evan and Kian's attempts to hook Mike Spruill up with Dare. So it was perhaps fortunate that Patch had annoyed his teacher by flicking rubber bands at the person in front of him. He didn't feel so fortunate, however, as not only had he been forced to listen to a lecture on disrupting class but he also couldn't spot any of his usual lunch buddies. No Evan, no Kian, no Mike, no JJ, no Jonah. He didn't even see Mallory. He hoped they weren't up to any mischief without him! He would be thoroughly annoyed with them if he discovered that to be the case.
One annoyingly long line later and his friends were still nowhere to be found. Perhaps the Juniors and Sophomores all had to go to assembly or something. But then, he would have at least seen JJ if that were the case.
He sighed and shoved through the crowds, searching for a place to sit himself and his pizza. At least, the menu said that was what it was supposed to be; he wasn't convinced, himself.
"Hey. This seat taken?" He asked once an empty chair was finally found. He really hoped it was, because he preferred to spend his lunch period eating, not wandering around looking for a place to sit.
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Post by christophe on Jan 11, 2010 4:39:17 GMT -5
Christophe had been poking absent-mindedly at what he'd been told was a slice of pizza, a certain lack of anything even remotely close to enthusiasm in his actions, when a voice drew his attention. He pulled his more focussed attention away from the book that had been glued a foot or so in front of his face and up at the speaker.
Pierre Choderlos de Laclos' classic, 'Les Liaisons Dangereuses', was for the moment forgotten when the prospect opf company took its place instead.
"Please... The seat id free," he replied. The book was snapped closed and pushed to one side. "But..." He frowned slightly as he peered more closely at the other boy. "... I'm sure I saw you in my last class but you were dressed in different clothes." How could he have changed so quickly? Christophe had absolutely no way of knowing he was currently sitting with a different boy and that the other one had been his twin.
"I'm Christophe," he added, opting for the adage of 'move on fast and before you say something dumb again' but he had to admit he was as curious as hell as even the boy's hair looked different. It was impossible for it to grow *that* much since the last lesson!
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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Jan 11, 2010 20:26:12 GMT -5
Patch was fairly certain he and the other boy had a class together (in fact, they had two - English and Statistics) but as he rarely paid much attention, preferring to isolate himself with his mp3 player if he wasn't throwing things. Noticing other students who were not members of his immediate group of friends was not his number one priority.
"Thanks." He hurriedly claimed the seat before anyone else could come by and steal it out from under him, a very present danger under the circumstances. So few chairs and tables were available for such a large number of students; it was surely against fire code.
He glanced down at his grey anorak and his Real Madrid Tee as though to confirm that he had not mysteriously switched outfits without his knowledge. "Uhhh. Nope, same thing I was wearing this morning." He announced, looking up once more.
"Christophe? Name's Patch. Or, Patrick, but everyone calls me Patch," He clarified. "So you're in my Environmental studies class, huh? Pretty boring, don't you think?" He yawned deliberately. A cloud was a cloud, who cared what type of cloud it was? Unless it was a tag cloud on Last.Fm, in which case it was actually useful. Unfortunately, he'd yet to meet a teacher who thought that a paragraph on tag clouds was a good substitute for knowledge on cumulus clouds.
His gaze was drawn to the book Christophe was reading. "Hey, you're in French too? Man, I am so blind!" He laughed, "Don't remember that book, though. Is it extra credit?"
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Post by christophe on Jan 12, 2010 1:54:54 GMT -5
"I found it interesting," he replied. "The part about how far an elastic band can fly when stretched to full capacity was the best bit," he added with a half grin. Patch. The other one had a different name. Brothers, it seemed. "Mais, non. I don't attend French class. If I did I doubt I would learn much. I am a Parisian native," he explained. "You should try this book, though. You can get a translation. It tells of two rivals who use sex to degrade and humiliate their victims. It is written in the form of letters shared between the characters and is said to be the source of the phrase la vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid." He paused to work out what that was in English. "Revenge is a dish bestter provided cold... or something like that," he finished with a Gallic shrug and a short laugh.
He got the impression, though, Patch wasn't all that into French classics... or any classics really. "You like football?" he asked, nodding at the t-shirt the other boy was wearing. "I have seen a few matches myself... at the Saint Germain stadium. Paris Saint Germain are doing ok in ligue 1 but they will never catch up with Bordeaux and Lille." He broke off uncertainly, positive he was coming across like some brain-dead foreigner who had absolutely nothing of interest to utter... other than about books and sport. Hardly inspiring conversation.
"Is there a class you DO like?" he asked in interest. "I find English interesting as I'm still learning the language but I would say physics is my favourite one." Babbling. Most likely but this concept of trying to make new friends was a hard one to grasp!
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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Jan 12, 2010 19:51:57 GMT -5
"Parisian native, huh? Great, you can do my homework for me." Patch joked. Usually Nick did his homework, but as his twin hadn't continued with French after second year that was less than feasible in that particular class. "Naw. Bet the teacher would notice if I suddenly was fluent. So you got any good French CDs?" He quizzed, focusing on the most important reason for learning a foreign language. "I really like Les Cowboys Fringant. And Malajube are pretty cool, too. And Noir Désir is pretty good. Old, though."
He grimaced at the description of the book that Christophe was reading. "That sounds real uhhh real.....disturbing." He commented at last. Fortunately the topic changed again to soccer before he had to further contemplate the horror of sex.
"Oh, man, lucky you!" He sighed. If he ever went to France, the Saint Germain stadium was the first site he wanted to visit. If there was a match on, even better!
He shook his head when Christophe asked if there was a class he liked. "Class? Like? Should those words even be uttered in the same sentence? No way. School sucks." He opined forcefully. "Except soccer. Soccer is awesome. But that's not really school, other than they insist you do schoolwork to stay in. And not get into fights, which is really difficult when they also insist that being hit is the same as being in a fight."
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Post by christophe on Jan 13, 2010 3:21:56 GMT -5
Christophe threw Patch a grin when he joked about getting the French boy to do his homework. The fluency in it wouldn't pass as belonging to anyone other than a natural French speaker... and he could tell Patch realised that. "I can help out if you get stuck, though," he offered. "Explain things if you don't understand." That would surely be ok with Patch's French tutor.
"As for music in France... I like classical stuff but there is a group from Iceland I like. Sigur Rós. Not sure if they have been heard over here yet though. French though... Zebda is ok if a bit political and also Mano Negra. You're right in that Noir Desir is good, too."
Christophe glanced down at his book. "I made it sound far worse than it really is," he said to reassure Patch.
"Soccer? Is that the same as football? I think you call football that over here and football is that other one where you carry the ball... right?" He ran a hand through his hair. "It can be very confusing! I would like to join the... soccer group that meets after school but I'm not all that good! I'm better at... Comment le dites-vous? Rugby. Is that played much in the USA?"
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Post by Admin on Jan 13, 2010 8:18:58 GMT -5
ooc: I LOVE SIGUR ROS.
>.> I dunno if I'll get to post again until late tomorrow so I had to squee at Christophe's music tastes.
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Post by christophe on Jan 13, 2010 10:51:40 GMT -5
LOL! Didn't think anyone else would know 'em but glad you do!! No rush for the tag - its hectic here >.<
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Post by Patch Kimball (aka DJ Fluff) on Jan 14, 2010 21:11:16 GMT -5
Christophe's mention of Sigur Rós certainly got Patch's attention. "I dunno if I'd say Sigur Rós are popular here, except with the audiophiles." Of course he included himself in that group, "But they get some play if you listen to the cool radio stations. Which pretty much means college radio. But you dig post-rock, huh? I guess you're into Explosions in the Sky too then?" He quizzed, figuring that anyone who knew of Sigur Rós would definitely have heard of Explosions in the Sky.
"Dude, we have to have a music swap now, okay? Your awesome French bands for whatever I have that you don't." If Christophe's taste in music was as inspired as first impressions lead him to believe, he could possibly end up leeching more CDs off the French boy than the other way around, which would be unusual but fun.
"Yeah, yeah," He hurried to assure the other boy, "Us Americans are crazy. What you call football, we call soccer. Man, I dunno how to explain American Football, don't watch it too much. It's big, though, real big. I think some colleges have rugby teams, you'd have to check around. Gould doesn't, though. I don't think Silver does, either. Actually, Gould is so lame we don't even have a soccer team, you gotta play for Silver or do the rec center thing. So I do both. They'll let you, though! Play for Silver, I mean, so it's all good. I guess they feel sorry for us for not having our own. Just show up at practice, don't think Coach Johnson'll mind. Rec center isn't so bad, though, and I'm not saying that just cause my dad coaches." He grinned.
A beep announced a text message received, so he dug his phone out of his pockets. "Dude! Boat party! Awesome!" He replied hurriedly before turning to Christophe. "So the guys're havin' a boat party instead of sixth period, wanna come?" Anyone who was interested in soccer and Icelandic post rock was clearly worthy of joining his posse.
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Post by christophe on Jan 15, 2010 4:12:10 GMT -5
"Oui, I have heard of that group. I have 2 of their CDs... 'The Rescue' and... I'm not sure of its English title... 'La terre n'est pas un endroit mort froid'... I think its something like 'The Earth is not Dead and Cold'. Christophe frowned slightly. "That's not quite right... 'The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place'. That's it... I think! Swapping music sounds a good idea to me. I will make a list of what I have and uyou can tell me what you would like."
It seemed odd to him that the school didn't have a rugby squad as it was a very popular sport back in France. And no football team for Gould? Even more strange given the love of that particular game. Christophe nodded. "I will definitely show up," he stated with a short nod. A good way for sure for him to meet other boys... or girls?.. of a similar age and interests.
"A party? On a boat? Let me think... a party or government?" He grinned broadly. "I think you can probably guess my answer! Where are you meeting?"
His second full day at school and he was already bunkling out of class. Things were most definitely looking up!
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