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Post by Jonell Estes on Nov 12, 2009 22:01:02 GMT -5
Jonell didn't much care for the overcrowding that plagued the combined high schools. However, there was one thing that was very, very good about sharing a building with Gould, and that was twice the boys. She wouldn't have encountered at least half these boys if Silver hadn't been shut down for the second...third....she was losing count, how many times had they gone to Gould this year? The rumors of hauntings at Silver were starting to seem completely likely.
The biggest problem, however, was remembering which locker she was supposed to be at. She had a hard enough time at Silver, but when she had to switch to a completely different school and a completely different number, there was no way she could be expected to recall where anything was! This was unfortunate, because she really, really couldn't be expected to carry all her belongings the entire day -- people might begin to suspect she was, say, a nerd or something equally horrible and distressing. So she really needed someone to help her so she could get rid of her backpack and books.
The cheerleader sighed, scanning the crowds for a suitable target -- someone she could convince to help her because she was cute. It didn't occur to her that anyone might wish to help out of a sense of helpfulness; the very idea of such selflessness was foreign to her.
She tugged at the hem of her shirt, attempting to pull it down so it showed almost more cleavage than was allowed by the dress code, before slinking across the hall to the first person that caught her eye. She tried to ignore the police dotting the hallways since the shootings -- the uniformed men, though attractive (simply because they were men in uniform) were also highly intimidating, and the uniformed women were, well, women.
"Hey," She ducked her head on one shoulder, tucking one gold-highlighted curl behind her ears and smiling shyly at her victim. "I seem to keep gettin' lost around here, can you help me?"
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Post by felipe on Nov 13, 2009 9:14:12 GMT -5
Finding the locker he was allocated to wasn't exactly a simple task. Felipe scanned the identical cupboards, searching instead for the boy he shared it with. He'd at least met the other boy yesterda and for the first time so had a face to go with his name.
Victor.
The hint of a frown slid across his face when the boy he needed was nowhere to be seen. Felipe could confidently know that as fact as he stood a good head above the majority of the students around him, making checking their faces a piece of cake. He was so engrossed in his task that he didn't notice the far shorter person. He glanced dwn when he heard her speak...
"I seem to be gettin' lost..."
He could empathise with that as he was also in that same predicament.
"... can you help me?"
Felipe offered her a wry smile. "If I can," he replied, "but I am also struggling to find where I should be. Perhaps between us we can fathom out the mystery of this maze of corridors. Where is it you are hoping to reach?" He might know how to help but the chances of that happening lay somewhere between unlikely and out of the question.
It didn't hurt to hope though, did it?
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Post by Jonell Estes on Nov 13, 2009 18:52:57 GMT -5
Jonell tugged at her curls, giggling at the tall boy's odd, precise way of speaking. She couldn't think of anyone else who structured their sentences like that, but she decided that he sounded very gallant and rather upperclass; this judgement was perhaps more than slightly influenced by the fact that he was very attractive. Had he been one of those scrawny nerds she would have deemed his speech patterns merely wierd.
She didn't recognize him, but as he admitted to being lost as well she decided that he couldn't very well be a Gould student, which had been her motive for approaching in the first place. Or perhaps he was a Gould student, and he was just new. They ought to all wear labels, or at least their school colors, then she would be able to keep straight who went to which school.
"Ummm," She dug around in her purse for the slip of paper that had her locker assignment scrawled across for such occasions as these, "I need locker...." Ah! There it was! She tried to smooth out the now crumpled paper, "one seventy!" She informed him. If only she had any idea what hall it was down, "And you?" She began moving in a general direction, deciding that she didn't necessarily mind being lost if being lost meant more time with Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. Boys made her world go 'round, after all. She flicked a glance at the cafeteria as they passed; she was not looking forward to another lunch period spent in a crush of people. It was bad enough when they were back at Silver.
"I'm Jonell," She offered, slinking closer, "I don't think I've seen you before?"
She placed one manicured hand on his arm and smiled up at him, "It's so nice of you to help."
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Post by felipe on Nov 14, 2009 3:42:44 GMT -5
"Jonell," he repeated with a warm smile. "I am Felipe. Felipe Vila Nova. I am not sure whether I will be able to help, though, but am glad to be offered the opportunity." She was, after all, very good to look at and while he had a feeling she was using her looks to her advantage he wasn't about to complain. He was a boy... with all the right boy hormones... and there were definitely far worse ways to start the day than escorting a very attractive girl around the lockers in search of their own.
"170... " he murmured and his smile brighted even more. "Then fate has seen us find each other, Jonell!" he exclaimed with a short laugh. "My own locker that I am sharing is numbered 169. What are the chances of that? If we can find mine then yours will be very close by." His smile turned a shade rueful. "The only flaw in my plan is that all of the lockers seem the same but... " He craned his neck to look over the heads of the other students m,illing around, spotting the back of a familiar one as he headed away from them. "I think I saw Victor... Maybe." Felipe glanced back down at Jonell. "It's his locker I am using whilst here at Gould so that means we're in the right area." He grinned at her. "I hope!"
Felipe steered his companion through the crowd and towards where he'd seen the person he thought to be Victor standing moments before... and his shoulders sagged in relief. "169," he stated. "But tomorrow I will face the same endless search as I still am not sure how we got here. Perhaps we should arrange to meet at the main gate and brave the hallways together again," he added, humour glinting in his dark eyes.
"170," he added in satisfaction as he tapped the locker next to his.
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Post by Jonell Estes on Nov 15, 2009 18:18:56 GMT -5
Jonell was thrilled to discover that her locker would be next to Felipe. He was not only very attractive, he was also very helpful -- as was only right and proper, after all. She had to tell herself that it was a man's place to help her out, because if she didn't repeat that mantra she would begin to doubt, and then her entire world view would be called into question. She couldn't have that!!
She didn't know who Victor was, and she hadn't had a locker partner yesterday (she had no idea this fact had changed), so looking for the person either of them were supposed to be sharing with was not helpful for her. She made a mental note, however, to look out for Felipe's locker partner next time she was in the area. Assuming she could find here again; she wasn't exactly confident in her skills in that area. "Oh, that's such a good idea!" She agreed when he suggested meeting at the gate. "I'll never be able to find my way back, this school is such a maze!" Although the layout wasn't that much different from Silver, it seemed different because she had to find different locations, and there were so many more people around that she almost felt as though she were running an obstacle course.
"Oh, hooray!" She beamed at him when he pointed out her locker. Now she just had to figure out her combination. At least that was written down with the number, so as long as she could read what she'd written -- a challenge in and of itself -- she should be fine for the moment. "Thank you so much," She breathed as she dialed her combination. "I would never have found my locker without your help." At least, it would have taken her much, much longer, "If there's anything I can do to return the favor...?" Of course, her ideas involved him spending money on her, because he should want to take her out to dinner, that would be a fair exchange, right?
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Post by felipe on Nov 16, 2009 5:27:09 GMT -5
Felipe smiled when she agreed to meet up the following morning. Hopefully between them they'd be able to find their lockers. Two heads made a task that much simpler! "You're most welcome," he replied when she thanked him. "It's not like you took me out of m way... did you?" he added with a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. "As for anything in return... really, the pleasure was all mine and no need to worry about repayment. Just help me find the lockers again tomorrow and I will be eternally in your debt," he said, hand resting over the region of his heart as he dipped his head slightly to one side in a small bow.
"Have you lived here for long, Jonell?" he asked. "For myself I have only been here for a week or so and am still in the process of... ah... finding my boots." He paused. "Feet not boots. Finding my feet." Another pause. "That's the right phrase... isn't it?" Felipe had to wonder if he'd ever truly grasp either the slang or idiomatic terms of his new country but as the learning curve was a particularly steep one he had no choice but to do his best. It was just as well Felipe was blessed with a good memory as storing all of this new information was a mammoth task in itself.
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