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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] On route to work
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Herself, Rickshaw Driver
[b]Time/Date:[/b] After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
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Cera grabbed one of the many rickshaws that trundled down the busy streets of Jaipur. She had her satchel with her teaching materials and other daily essentials. She had hoped to start the day getting to know her neighbours more but duty called and she came running. She was frantic as she had ran around her room grabbing her work stuff, she was so sure it was next week that classes officially started and kicked herself for not being as organised as she usually was.

A deep sigh left her as she sat back and watched everyone going by, just living their lives. She’d need to learn how to live her life one day, but at least she’d made a start. She was living in a different country now, not many people could do that. Maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. Her stomach felt like it was in multiple knots, her anxiety was winning over her sensible thoughts as the rickshaw got closer and closer to her destination.

Her hands slid over her stomach, trying to settle the uncomfortable gurgles that were sounding from it. Her mind wandered and she began to think about what her first class was going to be like. Would the students here be more eager than students back home? She was sure they would be but she wouldn’t know for sure until she entered the classroom. 

The rickshaw pulled up and Cera thanked the driver, paying him for his services and giving a little extra for being so careful on the ride up. She had had a few near death experiences in her short two months in the country already, so when she found a driver that didn’t want to kill themselves and their passengers she made a point to give them extra. That way they’d hopefully call out to her when she needed a ride another time. She grabbed her satchel and braced herself for meeting her fellow teachers and students.
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Jaipur Market Square
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Himself, local vendors
[b]Time/Date:[/b] After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
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The sun beat down on Marc and he tugged at the neck of his t-shirt. He really wanted to walk around without his shirt on but thought it would be inappropriate when going from place to place, looking for people to hire him as a night act in their establishments. He wasn’t even really sure where or what anything was as he walked around town. He’d need to get Cera to teach him the language. So far all he knew so far was “No, thank you” and even then he was sure he was mispronouncing it and was probably insulting their mothers.

Groaning, his feet continued to carry him deeper into town. Soon he found himself among the stalls of the market square where vendors were touting their wares. A few brightly coloured rolls of fabrics caught Marc’s eye and he wandered forward to examine them. He quickly regretted this decision. The vendor was right beside him, his arm resting on Marc’s back as he began speaking to Marc in, what Marc assumed was, Hindi. [b]“Hailo aagantuk! Mere staal karane ke lie aapaka svaagat hai! Apanee premika ke lie kuchh rangeen kapade ke lie khoj rahe hain? Kapade tvacha par bahut komal hai.”[/b]

Marc blinked at the man and looked at him with an open mouth. He wracked his brain, thinking back to the one phrase that Cera had been drilling into him for two weeks. He could remember the breakdown of the words. Two words, that’s all he had to say. [color=2B942B]“Nahin… dhan ya vaad.”[/color] He spaced out the second word as he tried to remember the pronunciation that he had been taught. He really hoped he hadn’t insulted the poor man.

The vendor narrowed his eyes and blinked rapidly, his head cocking to one side as he mouthed what Marc had just said to him. He removed his arm from Marc’s back and placed his hands on his hips, still mouthing away to himself. Marc felt incredibly awkward in that moment and decided to take the opportunity to bow his head, raise his hands in what he hoped was an apologetic manner and took off down the street, back the way he had come. This had not been a good idea.

He’d been walking for about half an hour before finding the market square so he would just head back the way he had come in and go back to the hotel. He vowed never to go anywhere without someone to translate for him in future. He couldn’t handle the pressure of speaking a language he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe he should have just stayed in China with his extended family… Oh yeah, that’s right, they weren’t quite as accepting of his night life as his parents were. 

Marc sunk his hands into his pockets and huffed. What was he even doing here? His eyes looked around at the dirty streets and colourful people and chewed on his lip. He wasn’t unhappy to be here, not by any means, he just questioned why he chose a country where he is incapable of communication. Bringing himself back out of this momentary lapse of cheer, Marc began shuffling his feet on the ground, making small circles as he walked. His body swayed from side to side as his feet got him dancing instead of walking. Ten minutes, lots of shuffles, skips and prances later and Marc was back to his usual happy-go-lucky self. He took a deep breath and began to hum to himself as he danced his way back home.
[hr][hider=Translations (TM Annie)]Vendor: "Hailo aagantuk! Mere staal karane ke lie aapaka svaagat hai! Apanee premika ke lie kuchh rangeen kapade ke lie khoj rahe hain? Kapade tvacha par bahut komal hai." - "Hello visitor! Welcome to my stall! Looking for some colourful clothes for your girlfriend/beloved are you? This clothing is very gentle on the skin."

Marc: "Nahin… dhan ya vaad." - He tried to say "No thanks." but instead said "Not... money or suit." 

(Aewin please correct me wherever, google translate is fucking shit. XD)[/hider]