Swarley

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Mélanie giggled again at Jim’s apparent lack of knowledge about Canada. “Don’t worry about it, she must be from, uhm… Alberta or something. Maybe Toronto?” She attempted to see if anything would ring a bell with Jim but it seems as if they’ll have to pick up their geographical conversation a bit later.

Mélanie listened to the other girl talk, obviously flirting with some of the guys there. She watched as Jim and Henri walked into the convenience store and laughed when Paul mentioned the possibility of bears in the woods. “Come on, we’re not going to get attacked by any bears unless you mess with the little baby ones.” She grinned at Paul as the group moved towards the vehicle.

Dominic asked her about the guitar slung over her back. “No, I got it. I’m not, like, overprotective or anything, but I like to have it with me during transport you know? Don’t want any chance of it being broken if we hit a bump or something.”

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I should be able to post later tonight, sorry for taking so long, I've been working on a long essay and I just finished last night.

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Alright, posted, sorry that took so long!

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Mélanie giggled a bit at being called European, it wasn’t something that she heard rarely, but she still found it funny for some reason. “No, not European, Canadienne. Québecois to be specific.” Mélanie then realized that her laughter might come across as pompous or rude in some way, so she backpedaled a bit. “It’s okay though, everyone always thinks I’m from France down here, but anyone from France can tell that I’m not from there.”

Henri’s accent confirmed Mélanie’s suspicions of his European descent, definitely of some nordic country, though she wasn’t sure of the exact one, she was sure it would come about as the summer continued. She smiled warmly at him when his accent became more apparent, knowing how hard it can be sometimes when around fairly anglicised people.

Mélanie smiled to Paul as he spoke about needing to be rescued. “Hey, everybody needs their own Jeanne d’Arc every once in a while.” She said with a grin.

As they were about to leave another girl arrived to greet the group. Thank god for some estrogen to break through the masculinity on display. She was obviously a local, because why else would she be trying to help them find something. Mélanie spoke up. “Hi, I don’t think we’re lost specifically, but if you know where the, um… Cottage, that Victoria Rohde is staying at we’d appreciate the help getting there, I think.”

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I'll post in a bit, sorry about the delay

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<Snipped quote by Swarley>

Clearly I'm gonna have to try a little harder

@Prints Avoid

Hey, it's just a first impression, always a chance to get obnoxious afterwards

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“Guess you should be glad I’m here to rescue you eh?” She said with a grin. “Victoria gave me some directions, but we should probably start walking, don’t want to be the last ones to arrive.” For someone who’s supposed to be this ethereal philosopher type, Mélanie always tried to be as punctual as possible. She adjusted the guitar on her back before turning around.

It seemed that the two humanities students would not be the last ones to arrive after all, as two men had walked up, introducing themselves as other guests of Victoria’s. One of them introduced himself as Jim, while the other remained silent. Jim towered over Mélanie and his build was evidence that he wasn’t one to just laze around the house. The other looked vaguely European but Mélanie couldn’t be entirely sure from where, or if he even was from Europe in the first place.

After Paul’s introduction, Mélanie spoke up. “Allo Jim,” she said with a bit of an awkward wave in the direction of the two men, as much as Mélanie loved meeting new people, the introductions rarely went exactly to plan. She hoped she’d make up for it as the summer went on.

Mélanie jumped at the honk of the horn, she hadn’t even really noticed the Jeep pulling in to the lot. The man who stepped out was yet another well built man, this one significantly shorter than Jim the giant. He introduced himself as Dominic, presumably the “Dom” Jim had mentioned earlier. “Oui, we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit this summer I assume.” Mélanie said with a smile before shaking Dominic’s hand. “I’m Mélanie, this is a friend of mine, Paul.” She looked at the group, which consisted of quite a bit of testosterone to say the least, though she assumed that they’d be alright, none of them seemed obnoxious on first impressions. “Well, I think we should, uh… ‘get a move on’ as you English speakers say, don’t want to leave Victoria waiting.”

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Mélanie stares at the scenery whipping by the window of the bus, a smile on her face. This was exactly the kind of place she needed to be all summer. Sure, she could be back in the city stocking groceries 8 hours a day in order to support herself for the next year, but why do that when she could be out at a cabin in the woods. That aesthetic was practically begging for her attention. Her earbuds let the music flood her brain as she lip synced along to the haunting voice of Katie Crutchfield.

To tell the truth, Mélanie wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been asked in the first place. Living in the same house, even for just a couple months, seemed like a pretty intimate thing, something you would need to be really close in order to do. Mélanie was ecstatic to come along for the ride though, she’d been wanting to get to really know Victoria since they met at the start of the year, but their conversations had been brief at best.

The coach slowly rolled to a stop outside some kind of convenience store and Mélanie stood up from her seat, grabbing the acoustic guitar case and large suitcase from the seat beside her. As she walked off the bus, Mélanie looked at the small townlette she was standing in. An obviously family run convenience store which was sure to be the “go to” destination for all supplies that the group might need, and a tire replacement shop, which will probably get significantly less visits from the group. Mélanie found it odd to not find a gas station out in this middle of nowhere town, but reasoned there must be one down the road a bit.

It was then when she noticed a familiar face standing in the convenience store. Mélanie paused her music and took the earbuds out of her ears. She walked up to store and opened the door. “Hey Paul!” She said with a slight laugh. “You lost?” Paul wasn’t really Mélanie’s first choice to go on this trip out into the wilderness, but of course Laura was trying to “reconnect with her roots” by backpacking through Argentina this summer, so Paul will have to do. Not to say that Mélanie disliked Paul in any way, far from it in fact. She loved reading his stories and found him to be an interesting writer, it’s just that was pretty much all she knew about him. So this would have to be the summer of socialization, and Mélanie was excited about it.

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Name: Mélanie Bouchard
Age: 19
Sex: AFAB
Gender: Female
Height: 5’5
Major: Philosophy
Occupation: Stocks Groceries
Hobby: Amatuer singer-songwriter (of the folk variety), record collector, book reader, poetry writer
Personal Theme-Music: Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1
Speech: “I went to France once, and it was cool and all that, but no one could really... understand the Québécois accent, so I just decided that Montréal was the better place for me to speak my language.”
Action: The café’s quiet today She thought to herself as she admired the stillness of her surroundings. Her gaze changed to focus on the street outside the window. The sun shone brightly as she took a sip from the slowly cooling coffee in front of her. It was then when she noticed a familiar woman crossing the street. A smile grew on Mélanie’s face as she gave a subtle wave in the woman’s direction.
Description of Voice: A bit lower for a woman, Mélanie’s voice still holds remnants of her native language, leading her to have a slight French accent. Although her vocabulary is pretty comprehensive, she can still get held up on some of the longer words, leaving her to pause and think about what to say next.
Physical Appearance: Mélanie is a skinny woman with long and wavy dirty blonde hair, usually done up in a messy bun. Her eyes a radiant green, displayed behind a pair of browline glasses. Her earlobes are pierced, with her right ear sporting a cartilage piercing. Her usual dress is a pair of tight jeans with holes in the knees, and some kind of flannel over a t-shirt or tank top, though there are times when she dresses up it is only really for special occasions.

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Ah, nice! I'm excited, slice-of-life roleplays are what I live for.