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Post by Sultan Zaafir on Jan 6, 2011 19:47:22 GMT -5
Ah. The lounge. This was the first time Sultan had been in here. Generally he was studying, or online. He liked being able to translate anything he wanted to read into his native language. It was nice, the lounge, though. The TV was a bit loud, but it wasn't like he could really understand it.. lots of big English words. It was something educational, on the history channel as they were airing something about the Punic Wars of Rome, but just then a tall brown-haired boy punched a few buttons, cracked the code for the parental controls, and bang- MTV. Sultan wasn't really sure what he was watching as the channel changed. He thought you pimped prostitutes.. not cars.
"Man this is awesome! She's all tricked out an- god!"
She? His car was a girl? The Turk quickly shook his head and looked away, instead occupying himself with finding an empty chair and messing with his vest. He opened all the buttons and figured it looked better. He sat down, crossing his legs under him and letting his hands idly fidget with his pendant- a lonely owl sitting on a crescent moon. Lonely. Like him. He shrugged softly, looking around at all the people talking and carrying on a conversation, wondering a little if anyone would bother to sit by him. Pulling his t-shirt over his belt, Sultan tucked as much hair as he could behind his ears. It just wouldn't stay today, as annoyed he was with it. One adjustment of his thin, square framed glasses later, and he couldn't find much of anything to fidget with.
"I have never been this bored." he muttered, accent thick and strong. He didn't understand why people raved about the lounge. He guess maybe because they actually had friends to hang out with. He'd only met one person that he had gotten along with. A small girl, scared and petrified of the world, who he had helped back to her old self at least a little bit. Well, that had to count for something, right? He had helped someone. It didn't matter really, that didn't matter. He was still a lonely SOB.
He was looking down and messing with his shoes when he heard someone approach. "You mind if I sit here?" it asked. Sultan just looked up.
"Hayır.. not at all." he said, looking up and smiling, surprised someone would want to sit by him. Well, maybe not by him exactly, but that someone would was good enough.
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Post by briannacaprice on Jan 9, 2011 12:40:06 GMT -5
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It was fairly quiet, or at least quiet for the lounge. Brianna quietly clicked into the room on her high heels. Her large, feline eyes glanced around the popular hang-out spot curiously, looking for anything of interest. She noticed clusters of four or five students in all corners of the room laughing and talking and goofing around, all deep in conversation. Bree stared longingly, envying them a little. She didn't have many friends here at Shifter Academy, which was unusual. She was used to being friendly with many people, but here things were different. She hadn't grown up at Shifter Academy like she had at her old school, so with her shy personality it was hard to meet new people and she felt out of her element. It made Bree a little uncomfortable. There was Justin, her best, best friend. There was also Karter, but they had only hung out a couple of times. And then some other friendly people she had met at dance practice or in the cafeteria who's names slipped her mind at the moment.
Brianna gripped the strap of her gym bag, palms a little sweaty. The cloth and leather brushed against her bare hip. She looked over at the TV to see some tedious program on the history channel. The narrator spoke in an irritating monotonous voice that would make watching paint dry seem like fun. When a tall, cute looking boy deciphered the parental controls and switched the station to MTV, Bree cracked a smile. It made her relax a bit. She locked eyes with him when he turned his head to see her standing there. He winked, and she blushed, feeling a little conscious about being wearing her cropped t-shirt. She averted her eyes and looked at her feet, then back up again. That's when she noticed a boy sitting by himself, looking just as lonesome as she. He seemed lost somehow. She could hear him mumble something, and noticed a foreign accent, but she could not tell where he may be from.
Brianna figured she may as well. He seemed affable, easy-going, and she thought he might be an interesting person. She approached him, walking awkwardly in her heels. "Umm, do you mind if I sit here?"
[/b] Bree said softly, gesturing to the lounge chair beside him. When he smiled and said, "not at all," she breathed in relief. Brianna took a seat and set her bag down at her feet, thankful to get off of them. She was walking around campus all morning, trying to find something to occupy herself before she had her dance class. Fiddling around with her panther ring, Bree gave an amiable smile. "I'm Bree. What's your name?" she asked, hopeful to start a conversation.[/blockquote] TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
WORD COUNT: 458
SETTING: lounge!
OUTFIT: outfit
POST STATUS: complete :)
ADDITIONAL NOTES: i'm soooo sorry about the wait! i got my laptop taken away, but i convinced my parents i needed it back for homework. ;)
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Post by Sultan Zaafir on Jan 9, 2011 18:37:07 GMT -5
Sultan looked around at the clusters that Brianna's eyes had fallen to, narrowing his golden eyes at the happy go lucky conversations. His look softened a bit as the voice sat, and he now knew it was a female. He could have figured it out, but with American accents everything sounded the same to him. He noticed her sigh softly when he said he didn't mind, and this peaked his curiosity. Why would she be relieved for anyone, let alone him, letting her sit where she could sit without permission anyway?
"Why do you sound so relieved?" he asked, tilting his head. "Did others tell you you couldn't sit with them?" Sultan looked over at her and rested his elbows on his knees. He couldn't see why. She didn't see that annoying, she wasn't disfigured, there wasn't anything but a normal girl sitting beside him. "I can't see a reason who they wouldn't let you. You seem pretty normal to me." he shrugged softly, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he looked around a little.
Kids here were so discriminate. Sultan had been given low grades because he looked so foreign and the teacher was racist. He just muttered something and walked away. They didn't matter. If they didn't get to know him, their loss. He was a pretty cool guy. The point is, though, Sultan knew what it was like to be rejected. In both ways.
"Oh. Sorry for questioning you before I said my name. That's kind of rude, yeah? I'm Sultan. A few people call me Sadiq, or just 'owl' though." he said with a smile. "Sul will work too, if you want. It doesn't matter to me in the least." he smiled wider and held his hand out to her a little, wanting a simple handshake.
Retracting his hand awkwardly, he laughed a bit and scratched the back of his neck as if he had done something wrong. Well, it couldn't be said that Sultan Zaafir didn't joke about his faults! "Sorry. I still don't know how to greet people outside of Turkey. I try my hardest, but it's still awkward. girls don't shake hands, do they?" he muttered, laughing awkwardly a bit more. He'd heard so many different things. A kiss on each cheek, a hug, a handshake- it was so confusing. what were you supposed to do where? And with what gender? Do you hug a man, or a woman? He was convinced he'd never figure it out.
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Post by briannacaprice on Jan 10, 2011 20:04:07 GMT -5
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Bree straightened up in her seat and leaned forward eagerly, studying him with a warm, curious expression. He was handsome, with very defined features and compelling golden eyes. She was anxious to learn more about him. Though she was a little surprised at the questions. "Why do you sound so relived?" he said. "Did the others tell you you couldn't sit with them? I can't see a reason why they wouldn't let you. You seem pretty normal to me." Was it supposed to be a compliment? Brianna couldn't tell if it was light-hearted teasing or an actual question. Either way it made her smile.
She placed her hands in her lap and looked down at her feet as she clicked her toes together. Clunk, clunk. "No. . . I, uh. . . I just. . . " Bree mumbled, not really sure. She huffed, amused with herself, and scratched a small itch behind her ear where a loose strand of hair was tickling her skin. "I don't even know," she said laughing lightly, letting her hand fall back into her lap. "They didn't say I couldn't. . . I guess I'm just a little shy. I'm pretty new here and don't know that many people."
Brianna raised the line of her gaze and took a peek to see the boy lost in thought. She tilted her head, wondering what he may be thinking. She knew that all sorts of thoughts were circling her mind today. Most of which involved her father or all the worries that surround being in a strange environment. But Bree tried to remind herself that everything would get better. It always would in time.
When he spoke again it startled her. She wrinkled her nose and listened to his apology. "Oh no, it's really fine," said Bree, dismissing it politely with a wave of her hand. "Sultan? That's a cool name. Nice to meet you." She was about to meet his hand for a shake when he pulled away. Did she do something wrong? Did she smell? Brianna casually sniffed the air around herself and blinked. For a second she thought she may have forgotten to wear deodorant. No, she decided, clearly remembering putting it on. "Oh, uh. . ." Bree whispered, a little embarrassed.
Then he laughed, and apologized yet again. "Sorry. I still don't know how to greet people outside of Turkey. I try my hardest, but it's still awkward. girls don't shake hands, do they?"
Brianna giggled along with him, realizing she was just being paranoid. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. And uh, yeah, we shake hands. I mean it really depends on the person and how well you know them. Usually when you first meet someone, boy or girl, it's custom to shake hands. Some people don't, they just wave, or don't do anything. Other girls will kiss cheeks. . . It varies, I guess." She realized she was talking too much. "Sorry, I'm babbling,"" said Bree, rubbing her earlobe.
"It's confusing, I know. And I'm not too good at explaining. . . But did you say you were from Turkey?" she said quickly, partially hoping to change the subject, and also because she was genuinely interested.
TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
WORD COUNT: 531
SETTING: lounge!
OUTFIT: outfit
POST STATUS: complete
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Post by Sultan Zaafir on Jan 11, 2011 17:12:43 GMT -5
Sultan suddenly felt more relaxed. She was nice, and talking to him. Most people just assumed he couldn't speak English and never bothered. He noticed how the other guys looked at her, however, and was utterly perplexed. Didn't they know it was rude to stare? Not wanting to seem stupid, he didn't mention it.
"No. . . I, uh. . . I just. . . " she scratched at her head awkwardly, seeming to be at a loss for words to the other man. "I don't even know," she finally said, hand falling. "They didn't say I couldn't. . . I guess I'm just a little shy. I'm pretty new here and don't know that many people."
He nodded. "I don't know a lot of people either. You shouldn't let that bother you, though." he said with a small smile. Sultan leaned forward, turning his body a bit to better talk to Brianna now that someone worth talking to was actually bothering to sit beside him.
When she commented on his name, he smiled. "I guess. Most people here automatically think of old men in robes and jewelery living in a palace though. The first person I met is still calling me 'The Sultan' whenever he sees me." he laughed softly and shook his head a little. "Bree is nice. It's short, but it's nice. Very feminine and pretty." he nodded, as if conforming his point.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it. And uh, yeah, we shake hands. I mean it really depends on the person and how well you know them. Usually when you first meet someone, boy or girl, it's custom to shake hands. Some people don't, they just wave, or don't do anything. Other girls will kiss cheeks. . . It varies, I guess." Bree stopped as if she had said too much. "Sorry, I'm babbling,"
"It's fine! I need all the explaining I can get." he said, amused. "You don't have to hold back. It's nice to have someone bother to correct me." it was. A lot of people had told him false information on purpose, to get him to say something stupid or funny in class. She expressed interest in his country, so he smiled and figured it was only fair to give information and explanations back to her.
He nodded. "Yes. Turkey. It's beautiful, though the last time I was there I was 13 or so." he looked down sadly for a moment before looking back up as if nothing had happened. "It's very warm though, not like here. Here it's odd. It has hot, then cold, hot, then cold. Then again, it may have changed in my time away. Where do you come from?" he asked, then realized it may be a creepy question. "If you don't mind, that is.".
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Post by briannacaprice on Jan 12, 2011 10:58:29 GMT -5
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Brianna became less and less tense as the conversation went on. Her first impression of Sultan was accurate; an amiable, mellow guy. Her umber-brown eyes flicked over him for a moment, and she gave herself a mental pat on the back, followed by a little yay! too. Maybe they could be friends? Bree would like that. He was a cool guy, as far as she could tell, and for some reason it was comforting to be around him.
He turned a bit towards her, and Bree did the same, opening up a bit. "I guess. Most people here automatically think of old men in robes and jewelery living in a palace though. The first person I met is still calling me 'The Sultan' whenever he sees me."
She pictured an exchange in the hallways between Sultan and a classmate of his, referring to him as "The Sultan" in a joking-teasing manner and bowing their head as they passed. Brianna giggled at that, but when she tried breathing during the laugh, she let out a clear snort. She instantly raised her hand to her face and covered her mouth and nose. "Aw, that wasn't very attractive was it? Bree said, expressing her embarrassment. Her face turned a rosy red and she laughed sheepishly at her dorkiness. "But thanks, though. About my name, I mean. My mother always liked it, said she simply with a small smile and shrugged.
Brianna was glad to see she hadn't bothered him the slightest with her excessive talking. "Well in that case, began Bree, leaning her elbow on the arm rest, "think of me as your personal one-man- er, one-woman welcoming committee. She grinned warmly, eyes glittering, and listened intently as he told her about Turkey. It definitely seemed beautiful. Bree vaguely remembered a couple pictures of Turkey her textbook and loved a specific photograph of one of it's beaches. She had studied it briefly in her history class, along with many other countries. But she opted not to tell him that in case it seemed like he was something to study. It was very silly, but Brianna knows she sometimes crosses boundaries, and she still didn't know Sultan too well.
"Where do you come from? he went on. "If you don't mind, that is." Bree looked up instinctively and closed her eyes as she reminisced about her old life. She felt the sun on her skin, could practically hear the seagulls squawk. Even the loud, obnoxious honking horns from all the traffic, she missed. But when she opened her eyes there was no glorious Floridian sun to bask in, or seagulls squawking, just the artificial lights hung overhead and the low hum of the air conditioner. Sadly, it was all a long way away.
"I'm from Miami," she murmured softly, and looked down at her feet again. Brianna sighed and let her eyes float back to Sultan. "I miss it sooo much." She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts, and suddenly seeming perkier now that they weren't in her mind. "But anyway, what's your shift?" Bree tilted her head, allowing her eyes to examine his features. "A coyote, maybe? For some reason I could picture you as a raccoon. Or is it a hawk?"
TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
WORD COUNT: 601
SETTING: lounge!
OUTFIT: outfit
POST STATUS: complete
ADDITIONAL NOTES: nonnee. ;p
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