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Post by renata on Jan 16, 2010 17:29:44 GMT -5
- - - - - i remember what you wore on the first day , you came into my life and i thought ,HEY YOU KNOW THIS COULD BE SOMETHING CAUSE EVERYTHING YOU DO
Everything seem so new to Renata as she walked into the grand hallway. She ogled at the chandeliers, which was even bigger then her own. She felt as if her own size had decreased three times. Yet everything's still the same as it is. She could find many differences with her house and Stella Fiore. But being different is a good thing! For every single thing and person is special in their own way. Unlike the other Ladies, Renata did not dress in gowns, dresses, and the like. Instead she chose the sporty looking outfits, like the hoodie in which she had on now. It fits snugly against her and the hood can provide enough shelter from the rain outside. Thank goodness though, that on the first day here Renata had chosen to wear pants, long ones at that. She wasn't into short pants that lets everyone see her bare legs. It would make her feel vulnerable, and what if she fell? Soon some Ladies ran past her, no, more like half-ran and half-walked past her. Trailing behind them were butlers. If it hadn't been the uniform they wore, Renata would think they were also students here. Suddenly, a large staircase presented itself in front of her. Renata stopped and felt this school is much better then intended. Sure she heavily missed home, and her parents. But it's a new beginning for her. Also Renata will know that she would have fun, after all there would be so much things to learn here. Best of all they had a cooking class.
After a few minutes of looking around, Renata was given some envelope filled with papers by a teacher of the school. In there she was told there would be her schedule and butler. Pausing in her sorting, Renata thought: A butler eh? I will make friends with him then, that way I can show him my thanks! But of course, since so many ladies are here before her, Renata doubts her butler would be any younger. But the older the wiser yes? Now she was also told to figure out who is her butler. The teacher told her there would be so many lone butlers coming in and out and that she would need to go and ask them. But didn't they include a picture of him in these papers? Tilting her head, Renata begin walking around the hall, sometimes stopping to recheck her papers for a second, third, and fourth time. However no picture or name was left of her butler. "Hm oh well, I could always ask...or wait." She said with a shrug. Then she headed towards the stairs.
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Post by RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER on Jan 17, 2010 16:58:46 GMT -5
The suit fitted. It didn't surprise him, it was hand-tailored from the finest quality material by Italy's top suit-makers. They even specialised in tail coat. That didn't make it any better - he had highly considering not showing up at the meeting today at all. A meeting with whom? One might dare ask Renard as he stood in front of the mirro on his wardrobe up in his room, speculating over how on earth a simple butlr-cut suit could serve to make him look even thinner than he already was. His legs looked even more stick-like than usual. He huffed a little and straightened the black tie round his neck. It would have been a black and white photograph, had it not been for the colour on his shirt - that deep emerald green. White shirts weren't mandatory Renard had learnt, much to his surprise and pleasure, and he had little intention of not taking that liberty.
What got him was the rather impromptu timing of this selection of a lady. Did the academy not realise what was going on behind the scenes of some of their butlers' lives? Did they not realise the fear and suffering that was caused every day, simply by a casual - if carniverous - glance? Did they fail to notice the closeness and comfort that two unlikely individuals had together? Obviously not, was the answer. Of course they were turning a blind eye to the former - they were going to ignore any of Claudia's advances, simply for the unfair fact that she was an esteemed lady - and the latter would go unnoticed too - but that was more to do with the fact Alexei and him weren't exactly public. This was just more pressure for him. Pressure, pressure, pressure, that was all his life seemed to revolve around.
It didn't help appearences as Renard entered the main hall of the first floor. He knew what he had to look for - though he would be looking reluctantly - think lost lady with a vacant expression on her face and no butler hanging off her arm. Simple. So much to guide him, then. He had long since ditched the butler suit, hurriedly hanging it back on its hanger, and had returned wearing his usual white shirt, tie - a particularly unusual one which looked like a black and red union jack - and skinny jeans. Not forgetting the first pair of converses his hands landed on in his shoe cupboard, and a hat hurriedly pulled out from under an odd collection of ties. He felt better with a hat on, more like the Renard he knew. That Renard didn't wear suits - that Renard sloped around in jeans that served only, again, to make him look more and more thin.
"Heads up, skinny kid's in the house," Renard muttered to himself. So here he was, indeed. First floor of this big old imposing building. Looking for his freaking lady. Hands in their customary place embedded in his pockets, he only paused to consult the pocketwatch in his breastpocket - huffing a little at the time. She should be here somewhere - thank the lord he had been supplied with a name and a strangely outdated picture. She looked about ten in the picture, and that couldn't be right. Renard rolled his eyes at her name, though - obviously they had found it hilarious to give him a lady with a name so similar to his. Renata and Renard. They'd be the laughing stock soon - and then how would he face Alexei? He glanced around, then at the picture, then around again. A likely looking girl - she was even dressed in a tomboyish fashion - was a few feet away.
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be a certain Renata Angelo?", the French clipped edge to his voice was very much evident - as much as his curiosity at the audacity of a lady to wear such in-fashion clothing. In-fashion in America with the street kids. That was pretty admirable. Maybe they would get on well, if she was who he thought she was. Let's hope.
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Post by renata on Jan 17, 2010 18:55:56 GMT -5
- - - - - i remember what you wore on the first day ,you came into my life and i thought ,HEY YOU KNOW THIS COULD BE SOMETHING CAUSE EVERYTHING YOU DO
Renata would had leaped in joy when someone came to her. Since she doesn't feel like going anywhere at all. However she was even more excited when a male spoke to her. Well, maybe her expedition for her butler is over. Renata's eye first give a glance to the person. He wasn't old like she thought, in fact he might be just a little older than her with short blonde hair that curtains his ears and a rather funny set of teeth? If it wasn't for him being right smack in front of her, Renata would have give a chuckle. She wasn't the sort t burst out laughing like this, it's common etiquette. However, she told herself, laughing at someone's look isn't nice either. Giving a slight cough, Renata mentally shrugged off the thought. He is probably her butler, since he did ask her if she's a Renata Angelo (who is her). And now that Renata's 100% positive that this guy right here isn't the 'crazy' sort, she might as well introduce herself.
"Why yes I am! My full name is Renata Claire Angelo but you may just call me Renata or Renny. I am a first year lady and would very much like to make friends with everyone here, including you," she replied with a grin, poking his shoulder gently in the process. Of course, Renata could sense the male and her own wariness. They would be living with one another for three years, and wherever she goes he goes, well except the bathroom. And so she must make sure he is comfortable with her. Hopefully she could make a good first impression. Now that Renata thinks about it, having someone by your side would be quite fun. After all, there would be three years of getting to know him. And being the romantic sort, Renata highly doubt she would not have a crush on him. Unluckily, it would seem though that Stella Fiore apparently does not allow butlers and ladies to fall in love. What a bummer. Of course, Renata isn't the flirty sort. She likes boys, but never got the chance to actually hit on one. The most she could do is watch out for them, like normal friends.
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