Curiouser and Curiouser - Christophe (tag Sari)

[christophe]

So he wasn't her boyfriend? Interesting... But still, he'd felt a little in the way at Haley's party and even though Tyler had just about spoken to him he didn't really relish the thought of volunataril spending his weekend with the guy. Albeit just a part of it.

"Sunday afternoon sounds perfect," he replied. "I may head up a little earlier so that I can see Tyler." Might as well try once more to get to know the guy... right?

"Definitely I would need directions... and detailed ones. I don't know the areas around here at all and it shall be on your conscience should I be lost and never seen again," he added with a broad grin.

Christophe glanced down at his phone as it warbled into life on cue. A text. Lia. Telling him she was leaving town for a while. Nothing else. No reason. Just leaving... It didn't even specify how long 'a while' was. He frowned.

"Something wrong?"

Christophe threw Sarissa a smile. "Not sure. Probably not but..." He lifted his shoulders in a wry shrug. "I am sure I will find out eventually. Now about Sunday... Do I need to bring anything with me? A gift of respect for the Chief perhaps?"

[Sarissa Zouvelekis]

"I can draw you a map, and lucky for you they have excellent cell phone reception so calling me if you get lost should not be a problem. I know that drive like the back of my hand, if you get lost I will guide you the right way." Sari assured him, "Oh if you come up early enough you will be in time for breakfast. They do this nice prayer to their god to thank him for providing them with the ability to have food. Sometimes the food is animals they have hunted." Sarissa explained, "I am sure Tyler would not mind extra company." She did not mind it would be interesting for her anyway.

"You sure nothing is wrong? Cause if you want to talk about it, i have two ears and they are for listening." Sari pointed her ears out. "Gifts are not necessary, just show appreciation, and thanks for what they are providing you with. If you ever have free time you should spend the night or a weekend there. Sometimes they may bless you by giving you a tribal name. Took me a whole month of going up before I got mine."

Sari grabbed her food and took another bite. "You still seem upset. i hope everything is okay." Sari hated seeing people upset. "I think you will like the people. Some of them are a little weary of outsides, but they have the best stories." She explained. Seriously she could sit for hours and listen to a few of them talk. "Whats your passion? I know you like Marine life. But is that your passion? Or do you have some other hobby, something else that you cannot help but be drawn too?"

[Bree Marcus]

Saint had gotten little sleep the night begore. Lia had spent the night crying and because his blindness had heightened his hearing he could hear her clearly. It broke his heart knowing that she was sad. She had woken up with a sore throat and so had stayed home which was very rare for her. In his pocket was a wooden knife he had carved in art class. He wasn't sure why he was carrying it around, but he felt the need to fondle it occasionally. Coco kept trying to lead him outside where he usually ate, but it was pouring down rain and he was too restless to eat. He wanted to talk to Christophe and find out if he knew anything, but he had no idea where he was.

[christophe]

"A map would be good," Christophe replied with a nod. "And it is not so much if I get lost but WHEN," he added with a broad grin. "I can definitely be there early and breakfast sounds like fun. I would like to be a part of that." Hopefully Tyler wouldn't mind as the boy hadn't exactly fallen over himself to talk to himself and Lia at the party. That said, he was probably wanting to be alone with their hostess.

"But no, nothing is wrong," he assured her. He knew he'd done nothing to upset Lia and would probably find out soon enough why she'd vanished the previous day. Even his texts had gone unanswered and he'd seen nothing of her brothers either.

"Ok, so no gifts, Got it. I would really like to get more involved if I can. I might do as you suggest and go up there more times in the future. You never know," he said with a grin, "... I might even get my own name in their language!"

"As for my passion. I have to admit the sea dominates my life but I also love to ski. Not that we even have many hilss in Paris but Whistler in Canada is a ski resort and so I learned to love it there. I am also reading all I can find on anthropology so that makes meeting your native American friends all the more appealing. Oh and thunderstorms. I must be crazy but I have a fondness for thunderstorms!"

Christophe hadn't told anyone before about his next passion. "I... ah... I also like to read poetry," he admitted. "But I shall deny it if you ever repeat that!" He laughed in a slightly self-conscious way as he rummaged in his pack. "For the map," he explained, handing Sarissa a notebook.

[Sarissa Zouvelekis]

"Ye of little faith. With my directions, the most lost you will get is knowing which deer to make the turn at. There are deer statues , once you start seeing them all over the place you know you are headed in the right direction. The statue is a tribute to the animal for feeding the tribe." She explained as she continued to draw a very detailed map on one piece of paper and she would write out the directions on the other with her cell number on it just in case he needed it again.

"If you really want to get involved, you can take place in the ceremony before breakfast. I will inform Chief Black hawk you want to do that." She smiled, "Of course I cant tell you about the ceremony until you get there." She winked. "That's a surprise." Just like she wasn't telling Tyler what to expect. "Mine is Mohini, which I believe I told you all ready, but I got that after I took place in one of the rituals for a married couple, to give them a blessing to have a child." Sari loved how the tribe did all sorts of ceremonies for all sorts of occasions.

"The sea..i take it you sail?" She asked. "I would love to go out on a boat but I might get sea sick. I hear the motion is tough to get use too." Sari said as she continued to listen. "The study of cultures. Now that sounds like we have something in common right there." She mentioned. "I like rain. Like right now, i would love to sit outside. The rain makes such a beautiful sound. Just listening to it, is so soothing and the way the rain, thunder and lightening communicate. Did you know that when lightening hits the sand it makes this special sort of glass."

Sari smiled when he mentioned poetry. "The only poetry I know is the Native American kind. Who are some of your favorite poets?" She asked. Yup it was settled. This guy would make a good friend. "You should go to this armature poetry night. Its like a coffee house where people go and read poetry all night it can either be their own or a poem from their favorite poet."

[christophe]

"Watch out for the deer. Ok... got that," Christophe repeated. For a moment he'd thought Sarissa had been referring to real deer and he'd been starting to wonder what magical power this tribe held over the animals to make them form a welcome party for him. Thankfully she'd clarified and put his mind at ease.

He took the directions from her with a murmured word of thanks and he smiled enthusiastically when she mentioned the breakfast ceremony.

"I would love to take part," he instantly replied, hoping it wouldn't take the form of anything too painful. He'd seen movies where such rittes occurred and normally a lot of blood was involved. That was Hollywood, though. This was the real thing.

"I love sailing, yes," he told her. "Any form of boat really. I had a RIB back up in Vancouver. Rigid inflateable," he explained. "With an outboard. I used it to track the pod I was monitoring but sailing is pure pleasure. I hope I can persuade you to join me one day. And if you happen to be sick I swear I wouldn't tell anyone," he added with a wink.

He listened as Sarissa explained why she liked the rain and he whole-heartedly agreed in every aspect. The sun was great, too, but the rain... No, that was something very special.

"Poets... I have so many that I like. I suppose my top few would be jean Rimbaud... He's a 19th century classic poet. He was once called an 'enfant Shakespeare' by Victor Hugo. His work is brilliant. But a more modern poet... hmm..." Christophe considered that question. "I would say perhaps Yves Bonnefoy. As for outside of France. That is easy. Conrad Aiken. I love his views on life. There is a young poet... Siddharth Anand from India. He is only 25 but he shows so much promise. I only wish I could write half as well as him. I would like to attend the poetry night. Would you be there? And you... Do you have any particular favourite poet or poem?"

[Sarissa Zouvelekis]

Sari smiled, "I will tell the chief. Like I said, he loves when outsiders attempt to embrace their way of life. Shows your level of respect for them and they cherish that as a gift more then any material item." Sari explained, "And its a good way to impress me, although I am sure you were not thinking of impressing me at all." She said laughing. She was kidding. She did not need to be impressed what so ever. Just him agreeing to come out was enough. Sari went from taking no one out to the reservation to taking two guys now. It would be interesting.

"I have never heard of a RIB...I think you said, but...perhaps I will join you one afternoon. Can you park the boat some where out in the water so we can go swimming or have a picnic on the water. Of course feel free to invite as many people as you want. But it sounds fun to me if we could picnic and swim. Of course the swimming part might have to wait for the summer, but one can wish right."

Sari listened to him list of poets. "I unfortunatly have no idea who any of those people are. You will have to introduce me to some of their works." Sari gave him a shy smile, "And here I try and act like I know everything." She winked. "Let me see...my favorites. If you are referring to Native American writers I like Louise Erdich, or N. Scott Momaday. Oh Sherman Alexie is good." Sai said with enthusiasm. "Other then Native American Poets....I have read Robert Frost and Edgar Allan Poe. " She admitted.

"I will have to find out when the poetry night is. I will be there if you want me to be there. I don't mind showing my support for you, since you are coming to the reservation to show your support for me." Sari reached into her bag and pulled out the piece of pie she had. More like she opened the container. "I will be right back."

Sari stood up and walked over to the water fountain that was in the gym and filled up her water bottle. She still had the container with the pie...open and in her hand as she head back. Of course she left her book bag on the floor and was not looking where she was going. Sari's foot got caught and she started to fall forward. Sari collided with the floor and the container was next to her. She sat up on her knees and picked up the container. She looked inside and on the floor...empty...no pie.

"Where did the..." she looked up and started laughing, "Oh...my god..I am so sorry....she saw Christophe's face smeared with the chocolate pie. Which made her crack up some more. "I never meant for that to happen....I am sorry." Sari said as she kept laughing at the pie on Christophe's face. "Look on the bright side...you saved my pie from being on the floor."

[christophe]

"It would be great if you could be there," Christophe replied with an emphatic nod and referring to the poetry night.

He watched her as she headed towards the water fountain to refill her flask. Lunch today had been a heck of a lot nicer than he'd expected it to be, given that Lia seemed to be avoiding him for whatever reason. He still couldn't shake the feeling that she'd already tired of him. And after just the one date. Well, two if the trip to the aquarium was counted. One proper date, though. That was a record... even for him!

"So about Sunday..."

Christophe got no further than that, coming to a sudden halt when Sarissa tripped... stumbled... and the slice of pie she'd been carrying sailed in a graceful arc and landed dead centre of the French boy's forehead. It then went on to slide down his nose and land in a thud on his chest where he caught it, trapping the gooey mass against his shirt in automatic response.

"Merde," he muttered, looking down at his hands. He glanced up at Sarissa, chocolate and cream liberally adorning his face and clothing. "There is a bright side?" he queried but he knew he'd never be able to hold back from laughing with her. He flicked a bit of pie off his left shoulder and it splattered against the floor. He licked some off his fingers. "Your loss is, I believe, my gain. This pie is delicious!" He'd worry about his shirt later and he resigned himself to spending the rest of the day smelling of chocolate and resembling a refugee from Willy Wonka's place of employment.

[Sarissa Zouvelekis]

"From where I am sitting, there is a bright side. I am clean and you are..well..you got to have the pie..no fair. I was waiting all of school for that." She slowly moved from the ground to the bench next to him. "I am glad you are enjoying it. Hopefully there will be some when I get back home." Sari spoke when all the sudden she felt something on the side of her face.

She touched her cheek to find some chocolaty mess on the side of her cheek, "Did you just smear some of that on my face.." Sari asked looking at him with a mock glare. "Now that was not nice, be thankful this is not the cafeteria or I would engage you in a full on food fight." She commented as she licked her finger. "It is good." She said laughing some more.

"You look like a Halloween treat. I have this urge to say trick or treat." Sari said as she calmed down from laughing. "Hold on.." She pulled out her camera phone and snapped a picture. "Oh that is so your picture from now on. You look much hotter with pie on your face." She winked.

Sari reached into her bag and pulled out napkins. Hopefully they would help a little. Lucky for her he hadn't put much on her face so she only needed one napkin. "Now you will attract all sorts of animals with your sugary, chocolaty smell. I almost envy you smelling so good." She smirked.

[christophe]

Christophe grinned at Sarissa when she spotted the smear of goo he'd wiped over her cheek. She deserved to be at least a little bit dirty too. "I would ask for the treat," he replied with an over-exagerrated wink. His amusement, however, evaporated when she quickly took a photo of him. "Unfair," he growled but the glint in his eyes told her he was far from annoyed despite his attempt to make himself look it.

"I must be really ugly if a chocolate pie makes me look hotter!" he retorted with a laugh.

Sarissa handed Christophe a couple of her napkins and he wiped off as much as he could. He'd need to call by the washroom to complete the job properly... and hopefully get rid of the sticky residue.

"You envy me?" He narrowed his eyes. "I can easily remedy that," he added and he scraped some of the pie off his shirt front and reached towards her.

Sarissa yelped and bolted for the far side of the gym, leaving a laughing French boy sitting on the bench. He hadn't really intended plastering the handfull over Sarissa but her reaction was well worth pretending.

"I will probably attract flies and curious looks rather than anything else," he muttered but he had to admit the entire situation was pretty funny. "I will get my revenge. Be warned," he added in an ominous tone. "But for now I shall go and clean myself up as much as I can."

Christophe stood, globs of pie dropping from him and onto the gym floor. His hands were now clean enough for him to gather up the books Sarissa had given to him and the whale carving. "I really love this," he said of the latter. "And the books are awesome. Thank you." He knew he'd voiced his gratitude already but once more wouldn't hurt.

He started to walk towards teh door. "Don't forget about Sunday... will you? I am looking forward to it."

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