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Post by aki009 on Jan 16, 2010 0:49:22 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - - Fall, eh? He had never really liked the season. Sure the trees losing all of their leaves looked pretty here and there, but it really irked him when he had to go and help the gardeners pick up the damn things when the old family he had stayed with told him to. Tch, taking orders like that… He hated it; it seemed bred into his bones to loathe such work, and he knew he couldn’t be some simpleminded commoner… but what, he really didn’t know. Yet here, he had to take orders too. The silver-haired male looked up from his resting spot under an old tree very close to the main entrance of the Stella Fiore Academy; about half of its leaves were gone, but it had decided to spend the better part of this morning raining the remainder down upon him. As soon as he felt the first leaf hit him, his eyebrow twitched, and his ruby red eyes drifted overhead to glare at the dendritous organism.
They had told Renato to wait by the main entrance for the newcomer, a new student to this academy. The male sighed; he had already driven away two girls with his personality. He figured they would have sent him away by now, or at least sent him to some kind of boy’s school. It’s not like he really liked dealing with girls anyways… them and their… daintiness. Still, he figured he had to show up, even if it was just to start picking fun at whatever spoiled little brat they brought his way. He chuckled as the thought came to him. “Silly little girls,” he thought. Of course, they made him dress in some of his finest, yet he still refused to dress in one of those monkey suits some of the other morons decided to wear; he had on a black vest over a white shirt with a crimson silk tie, black pants, and highly polished black boots. He looked sharp, especially with his crass attitude that just seemed to exude from his aura and broadcast from his face.
Reclining under the tree, he had already collected a decent blanket of leaves over his torso, and he wondered idly if he let himself get totally covered… could he frighten someone who passed by? It wouldn’t be worth it. A small yawn escaped his lips, as his eyes drifted towards the iron gates of the school. “Bok,” he sweared in Turkish. “Is this girl going to be as late as her mother was the day she found out she was pregnant?” Such colourful uses of language were one of his unfortunate downsides. His annoyance soon got the better of him, and he began to slowly drift to sleep under the damn tree. Waking up early, he never liked, but even he had the decency to be on time to something, even if he didn’t like whatever it was. “Damn…” He yawned once more. “…Girl better…” Another yawn. “Show up…”
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 16, 2010 1:14:18 GMT -5
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Italy was beautiful; unique, culturally developed, and much different from any other place in the world. It was awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping, and eye-catching in any shape or form… For anyone who hadn’t been living there for years and seen much of its famous and ever-envied
A black limousine glistened in the sunny morning and rolled down a cobblestone road casually, among the other colorful blurs of vehicles and hoards of people lining the store-stocked streets. Reflections of old brick architecture wiped over the dark windows of the limo, quickly darting past as if leaping out of the way for whatever honored entity waited patiently within the special confines. The metal carriage silently curved around the paths, roaming like a calm beast through a jungle of rushed inhabitants scurrying and flitting about. Though it was very early under the lightening clear sky, Milan was as busy as always.
Teeth nibbled at a thumbnail nervously as an uncertain frown tugged at the corner of placid lips. Violet tresses grazed pale cheeks and fringed reddish eyes that looked upon each warping structure outside the tinted window wearily. They gripped at each old-fashioned architecture frame tightly, as if their holder wished with every bit of strength for those buildings to take her away. A rather young-looking face peeled away from the window and focused against the row of seats in front of her. The limousine was quite dark, despite the deep blue lights lining the base around the widened area in which the young girl sat. She looked rather distressed and apprehensive… Though, her fate was sealed the moment she was removed from her old school.
The vehicle pulled to a slow stop, Janine’s muscles tensing up as soon as she noticed. She didn’t dare look back out that glass to see where they had arrived—no, it would only have upset her. After a few long moments of staring intensely at the gray and blue-patterned seating, the heavy door clicked open and the light of the new day spilled into the dim containment. Janine’s worried eyes flicked upwards and met the friendly, yet refined face of her escort. He was a simple older man, dressed in a black and white tux. Janine forced a smile and took his gloved hand, lifting out of her seat and onto the concrete. Finally, her eyes rose towards the huge structure before her.
A great, off-white structure stood proudly and strongly behind a huge courtyard and surrounded by a wrought-iron gate almost as uniquely beautiful as the school. Her eyes widened, breath slipping in quickly through stiff lips. It was overwhelming to see each time. Her last school had been much smaller and less intricate—though nowhere near cheap. Janine’s fingers twiddled with the ends of her ruffled white blouse as her eyes scanned the Stella Fiore Academy; she hadn’t noticed it much before, but now that she was forced here by her parents that wished to see more potential in her, she was extremely… Discouraged and intimidated.
The slam of the trunk of her ride shocked her out of her hypnotic gaze at the school. Janine quickly looked behind her to see her escort handling her bags towards her. “Ah! Thank you, Alfonso,” she noted courteously towards him as he set the baggage at her feet. They were at the main entrance of the school, not too far from the gates themselves.
Alfonso chuckled, seeing Janine’s obvious concern. He patted her gently on the shoulder, “Do not fret, Miss Rousseau. You will indeed enjoy it here. I have heard many good things about this academy—their butler staff is beyond compare.” A grin pushed up white whiskers over his upper lip.
Janine simply offered another smile, still rather unsure… Though, she did enjoy a good adventure. After Alfonso had dipped his hat and returned to the vehicle to wait silently before Janine’s new escort arrived, the young French blood expelled a sigh and attempted to calm her nerves. Her eyes glanced about curiously, in search of her butler, as he was supposed to meet her here and help her to her room… A gentle breeze fluttered through her pleated skirt, the hem tickling her knees. She fell quiet, curling fingers about her clothing as she waited. __________________________________________________
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Post by aki009 on Jan 16, 2010 12:46:08 GMT -5
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The sound of a car’s wheels broke through the darkness and caught his drifting attention, yet his eyes remained shut, his eyelids tensing just a bit. His skin still had some of the golden tan left over from the spring and summer months, but it had already started to lighten up into the soft pale hue it took on in winter. Doors opening and shutting; first one set of steps… and then another, one set heavy and masculine, the other rather dainty. Ah… And then came the words; someone named “Alfonso”… and someone named “Miss. Rousseau.” The name struck through his mind like a bolt from the blue. That surname… belonged to the girl he had to serve from now on, right?
A burst of his usually in-kept energy broke out from the depths of his body, and he leaped up from his reclining position under the leaves. He wasn’t too athletic, but those burst did help in situations like that; he had moved quickly enough as to where some of the leaves hadn’t fallen from his clothes, and just sat there like a series of fiery red and gold patches over his clothes. Rather alert now, his red eyes shifted rapidly around looking for the source of those voices, and they finally landed on a girl standing by the black-iron gate. They narrowed faintly, giving off a rather irate glare. They took in the sight of the violet hair and her petite appearance; “At least she’s not some stampeding horse like the last one,” he thought in remembrance of the last girl he had to deal with… some gigantic girl from northern Europe with no sense of class or manners. A small sigh escaped his lips, the faint glare still remained, and he brought a white-gloved hand to run back through his silver locks of hair as he began striding towards the girl, still unaware of all the leaves still attached to his clothes. He probably looked like some kind off forest sprite with dark intentions, not to say that the last half wasn’t true to some degree.
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 16, 2010 13:25:15 GMT -5
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As Janine waited patiently, her mind began to wander as it usually did… Are the students here kind to transfers? Would she make new friends quickly? Would she be able to keep up academically…? She didn’t want to disappoint her parents who put so much money into this academy for her—though they were really rich enough that that didn’t even matter much. No! She had to keep her confidence up! She had to look at this with a leveled-head so not to get overwhelmed…!
Janine firmly nodded to herself, agreeing completely with her inner thoughts. She gripped a fist against her chest and took on a rather determined-looking expression. If anyone had been watching her closely, surely they would have thought her erratically changing gestures labeled her as verging on crazy. Once again, the young maiden was startled out of her little world when her eyes caught something moving towards her. She blinked curiously, straining narrowed eyes at the figure that approached from a bit aways. She widened those eyes as she finally gathered that the stranger was but a young boy—dirty and covered in leaves? This was a bit alarming… Was he homeless? He looked so messy and out of it—a bit angry, too! Janine took a step or two back as the young man closed it. Oh, what does he want…?
The youth bit her lip, a bit of fear filling her eyes as she stared down Renato’s unkempt image. How could someone like that be loitering about such a prestigious and rich property like this? The rather confused and shocked expression Janine held could have easily been taken as an offending look of appall and disdain—though she would have never meant it that way. Quickly, she mustered up a few breaths and syllables and tossed them behind her, “A-Alfonso… Who is that boy?” __________________________________________________
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Post by aki009 on Jan 16, 2010 20:06:23 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - - “What the hell?” His eyes picked up immediately on that disgusted look on the girls face; he knew he wasn’t bad looking, so what on earth could that spoiled little witch be looking at? Renato brought his hand down from his hair to brush along his vest self-consciously, only to feel the faint crunch of a leaf under the sweeping motion. “….” He paused and looked down at himself, seeing all the leaves that covered his front. ”G’dammit!” Immediately he began to brush off all the leaves, looking rather flustered as he swiped at all of them, bending down for the ones at his legs. He hated, no absolutely loathed, being caught off guard like that, looking like a moron.
As soon as he had finished, he turned his eyes, which burned with anger despite the slightly darkened colour of embarrassment on his cheeks, on the girl and approached her. “Bok… You couldn’t bother to tell a guy that he’s covered in leaves instead of looking at him like a freak show?” His Italian had an odd accent attached to it; the family he had been raised by was Turkish and English, so it provided a unique flavour to his speech patterns. He was slightly taller than her, so he had to look down just a bit to see into her eyes, as he had moved just a few inches away from her. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if it wanted to yank up into a smirk to hide the blush that darkened his face. “You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” Ruby reds had shifted their glance towards the luggage at the girl’s feet, and the smirk finally blossomed on his face. “I guess you’re going to have a lot to learn, Miss. Rousseau,” he said with a slightly smug tone, knowing her name from the administrators who told him of this new assignment, as he reached down and grabbed the bags and turned around without much more of a discussion; he liked that this was someone new he could push around, even if he was supposed to be the butler. “Keep up; I have to show you our room.”
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 16, 2010 20:47:34 GMT -5
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Alfonso leaned in slightly, also squinting at the approaching young boy, “Hm… I believe that is your assigned butler, Ma’am,” he said with a soft chuckle in his voice, as if the old man had found something interesting about the situation.
Janine shot a quick glance back at Alfonso, looking shocked. He was her butler?! “E-Eh?...” She forced her eyes back towards Renato, apprehending every second he got closer. Janine jumped slightly when she heard the slam of a car door. Her torso twisted hastily to look behind her, only to find the blackened vehicle slowly pulling off the curb. Janine whimpered, face falling into disbelief. Alfonso had left her there alone…! Well, he couldn’t be too dangerous, right…? This extremely rich and powerful school did hire him, so they must have good taste…
The young girl swallowed hard, looking back towards Renato who had halted to bark out curse words and sweep frantically at his clothing to rid himself of the filth. Janine was rather distraught, raising a brow in query of his … Complete lack of fine mannerism. He reminded her of an irritated child who spilled juice on himself and embarrassed himself in front of the rest of the class… Though, in a way, at the very back of her mind… She found it cute. Though, as soon as those rageful red eyes met back up with her own, she was tossed out of any thoughts and placed back into intimidation. He was rather scary with that expression… Wait, was he blushing? The thoughts of him being adorable returned—until he came face-to-face with her. He was taller than her, and certainly looked a great deal stronger. Though, as much as Renato tried to force his blush away, he only ended up looking extremely angered, which completely alarmed the poor French girl.
After he had accused her of being inconsiderate for not informing him of his appearance, she stammered out a few words, “U-Uh… I…” Janine found it difficult to form any kind of sentence, merely staring up at him. It wasn’t easy being timid. “I didn’t mean t…to…” Traces of an accent of her homeland were present within her own breaths. Before the student could finish, Renato had moved onto another question. She gave a quick nod and replied quietly as he bent to get a couple of bags from her feet, “Yes…” She reached back and grabbed the plastic handle of her suitcase to roll it along with them. She watched him curiously, not quite yet understanding what he implied by having “to learn a lot.” Though when he came back up, she averted her eyes elsewhere, then placed them onto his back when he had began to walk. Snapping herself out of her wondering gaze about the stranger, she hurried along behind him. “U-Uhm… My name is Janine Rousseau… What might your name be?” She said in a friendly, yet soft tone, attempting to make friends with him and ignoring how rude he was. __________________________________________________
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Post by aki009 on Jan 17, 2010 0:17:51 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - - “Lil’ girl’s all alone, ‘ey?” Even his thoughts had a snide tone, if that were possible, as he heard the limousine drive off in a quick manner. What a joke… So he was going to have to play babysitter from now on, huh? The young man didn’t even let out a sigh; giving this little rich girl some hell would amuse him greatly. He kept up a quick stride, despite not being athletic at all; he could feel the distance between them growing slightly. “If you can’t keep up, you’re going to get left behind,” he said matter-of-factly, without even the decency of a look back to see if the girl was okay. The path didn’t stretch very far from the main entrance to the school, but it was a bit of a brisk walk.
When it came to his name, the silver-crowned butler finally did sigh; he figured it would have to come out eventually, especially because he didn’t like the idea of being called “Butler” all the time. “You can call me ‘Renato,’” he said softly, preferring to keeping his middle and surname a secret; his middle name was too intimate, and he had never let anyone call him by it, and he cursed his last name with all of the members of the family that shared it along with his blood. Thinking about them brought a shudder to his frame, and his eyes narrowed once more into an enraged look, but from his position, the girl couldn’t see. Finally, he decided to give up on out pacing her to the school, and he slowed down to a speed she could keep up with. “…Are you always this slow?” He said it without thinking, and the statement didn’t weigh in with him, as he shifted the weight between the bags in his hands a bit.
As they walked, his eyes shifted from side to side along the path every so often, taking in the sight of some of the trees that lined the way, as they rustled with vivid fire in the breeze that had begun to pick up. His eyes drifted shut for a second, his posture relaxing as the wind calmed his mind; winter would come soon… perhaps with a new illness for his body, but despite that possibility, it still felt nice. Would this girl ruin that calm, some of the only peace he ever got in his mind? Renato’s eyebrows furrowed as the question crossed his thoughts; his guard immediately drew up, and it would definitely mean Janine had a lot of trouble coming her way. With his defenses drawn up, the Italian-Turkish half-breed acted like a bucking wild mustang, violent and stampeding through everything.
“Hn… We’re here.” Without realizing it, the gap between the entrance and the building had quickly closed. It loomed over head like a magnificent manor or castle, ripped right out of a fairy tale. Even Renato thought it looked nice, but he would have liked to have ruled from a place like this… not be stuck as a servant for the rest of his life. Silently, he began the process of going up the steps towards the door, not bothering to tell the girl to leave her suitcase at the bottom, so he could get it later.
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 17, 2010 13:34:46 GMT -5
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The poor girl hardly knew what she was in for—she’d never really been picked on before or purposefully hurt, and certainly no one’s little game to which her suffering amused them. Any words the boy was to throw at her, she wouldn’t look too far into… Not yet, anyway. Janine tried her best to keep up with Renato’s quick pace down the path, which she found somewhat challenging with the large black suitcase strolling a bit aways from her black Mary-Janes that clacked quickly. Though, she put it out of her mind and looked up to Renato, watching his silver locks shimmer in the sunlight… It was rather beautiful—if only he would take care of it more! Wait, wait, pay attention to his answer! Janine awaited the butler’s response on his name patiently.
When the male finally spoke up, it surprised Janine how simple his title was. Renato. It did suit him, though; he seemed like a simple young man, maybe a little rough around the edges. For a moment, she did question within her thoughts why he didn’t bother to tell her his last name—it was proper etiquette, after all, and it also established a sense of familiarity between people. Janine frowned some behind him, not yet taking notice to the widening distance Renato was creating. Her suitcase bumped and thudded along with them, a small silence falling over them as she began to think… Rena? Renren? Nato! … No.
Before she could come up with something, her eyes also began to wander, taking in all of the beautiful scenery. The breeze was a bit chilly, as it was fall already—her favorite time of the year. The wind ruffled her dark skirt and sent tendrils of violet twirling gently to the side. Janine was rather dainty and petite, moving gracefully as she had always been taught and never forgetting a manner—oh, wait. She forgot to courtesy when she met him! … Not like she had the time to anyway, as Renato was a sharp, hurried fellow. Janine hoped she could keep up. Janine decided to say something to break the silence, but in turn got a query of her being slow. A look of protest claimed her face, but she really had no retort for it since she noticed she was falling far behind. The French youth was just about to pick up her speed before she realized the boy slowing down for her. What a curious person…
Finally, they had reached the doors above a wide, tall set of great stairs. Those looked awfully long… She glanced back at her suitcase, then up the stairs… Then at her suitcase. A bit of panic washed over her as Renato began climbing the stairs rather fast, without word to her. Janine had to stay behind him or she’d surely get lost! That would be so embarrassing! She turned to face her luggage and placed both hands on the handle, leaning all her weight back in attempts to jerk the heavy bulk up herself. She grunted, straining every muscle and draining every bit of strength she had. “Hnngh!! C-Come on y-ou stupid… BAG!” She managed out, pulling with all her might and completely forgetting about her butler wandering off. __________________________________________________
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Post by aki009 on Jan 18, 2010 13:12:23 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - …I must have my lovely lady soon,- - - - - - - Going up the steps was a relatively easy task, even with those two bags in his hands, but then again, men did have an easier time at manual labour than women. Renato kept the bags balanced easily, although his strides were a little slow; he knew better than to trust himself to look straight up, instead of keeping an eye on his feet. Speaking of feet… Why did he only hear one set of feet? Curiously, he turned his head over his shoulder, feet pausing on the steps, to see Janine struggling at the bottom still with her bag. Curiosity turned into amusement as a toothy smirk grew upon his face. He lifted an arm and slung the bag over his shoulder, looking down at his supposed-to-be lady. “What’s the matter, little miss? Going to keep slowing us down?”
With a small chuckle, he began to move down the steps, the one bag still slung over his shoulder. He made it most of the way, smirk still plastered on his face, until he hit the last two steps. Renato had lost track of the gravity on either side and soon lost his balance, tripping over himself and nearly falling down on his face. “W-Wha!” Like a wobbling toy, he fidgeted around and shifted his weight back, but alas, too far, and he soon saw the sky appearing over him as he fell back onto his bum. The silver-haired male’s head fell back far enough and with a loud thud, it hit square on the stone steps. In an instant, his face went blank, and his eyes went dull, as the pain shot through him from the contact area. Still, shock kept him silent; that was the lucky part, otherwise he would have started unleashing a stream of swears in Italian, Turkish, and English.
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Post by janinerousseau on Jan 18, 2010 14:15:07 GMT -5
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Knuckles turned white and teeth gnawed at Janine’s bottom lip, still trying her very hardest to pull the bag up the very first step… But to no avail. Her muscles relaxed, a frown melting onto her lips as she glared down at the large piece of luggage with pure hatred. What could she have possibly packed in this thing?! Even Janine managed to forget what all she had brought along… Maybe it was her books or something. She heaved a sigh, close to turning to ask Renato for help.
Finally, Janine did look over her shoulder, but it was only to reveal a pouty lip and shoot a subtle scowl at him for mocking her again. The least he could do is come back down to offer her some assistance—oh, he was coming towards her again. She quickly looked away, back down to her luggage with a reddened tone to her cheeks. Her fingers loosened around the handle of her suitcase, “I-I can do th—“ Her words came to an abrupt halt as soon as she heard her butler cry out along with the scraping of shoes over the gritty surface of the steps. Her head quickly snapped her widened eyes to her left where flailing arms and bags caused a forceful brush of air to ruffle her hair and clothing. Before she had time to make sense of the mess going on besides her, the young man had toppled over and onto the ground, looking dazed and face contorting with pain.
Janine stood there silently for a moment, blinking at him in complete surprise with her lips agape. Though, a trill of giggles rushed out of her , arms coiling around her waist as she expressed in laughter how amused she was. “Th-That’s what boys get when they try to act tough!” She spurted through choppy breaths, only joking around with him of course. She began to extend a hand towards him to help him back up onto his feet, but didn’t cease her chuckling. __________________________________________________
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