BazmundNoémie was starting to feel the strain of a bad day settle in upon her shoulders, as her fingers clasped at the clammy buttons on her coat like a lifeline. She took a deep, consoling breath in a vain attempt to push past the grumpy, irritable thoughts that were beginning to creep to the front of her mind-- just as something tapped her lightly on her shoulder.
With a little jolt, a sheet of white hair and a sharp intake of breath, Noémie spun around to see just what was about to be thrown at her. Naturally, she looked quite surprised and curious as another white-haired student stood in front of her, wearing a rabbit-eared hoodie and grey tracksuit trousers. Noémie's eyes shone with some sort of faint kinship; which only increased as she was offered some warm hot chocolate which looked not only very unhealthy but also absolutely and utterly mouth-watering. Delicately, as if handling a crystal glass, she accepted the cup with a gracious smile and a faint nod. "Merci, monsieur...!" she murmured in her melodic voice.
"Vous êtes une sirène aussi?"(Are you a siren too?) asked Noémie hopefully. "En fait, vous ne pouvez pas probablement parler le français comme moi..."(Actually, you probably can't speak french like me...) continued Noémie, sounding a bit dismayed. Eventually, Noémie inquired hesitantly, "E-...English?" after figuring out that perhaps it's the default language around the school. She held onto the steaming mug securely, as the crowd of students parted in the white-haired duo's wake.
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Noémie glanced around the hall, worryingly. Breakfast was finishing up?! But she had not even started eating anything yet...Noémie quickly stammered a "Goodbye monsieur!" as she stumbled through the crowd towards the breakfast bar, until a shock of white hair stopped her dead. The girl was wearing the same type of duffle-coat as Noémie, only slightly scruffier and less well-made. It took Noémie a moment to realise that the other lady's hair was not white, but grey, and to register that she was receiving a compliment about the coat. With a flash of a smile - with brilliantly white...fangs...Noémie also acknowledged the other woman with an automatic "Merci, madame!" as she rushed towards the clearing buffet table.
Her eyes quickly scanned the food table in dismay; there was very little to do with meat on the arrange of mostly-eaten breakfast foods. She scavenged herself a plate and found a few strips of cold bacon and five slices of ham to eat, and didn't really have time to sit down and eat it all so she just picked it up and devoured it on her way to the plate removal area. Her first day was hardly going so well; lost, alone, and hardly any breakfast along with a grand total of two acquaintances, one of which was quite rude to her. Noémie joined the parting crowd, uncertainly, not knowing where she was going for sure. As for her trunk and boots, well, they could remain at the entrance until she had a reason to move them. She didn't have anything worth stealing from there anyway.
As she pushed, and was pushed, through the throng of people she subconsciously looked for the one person who has been kinder to her than the other students. Of course, it wasn't that hard to find another person with white hair in such a crowd, right?
Her eyes quickly scanned the food table in dismay; there was very little to do with meat on the arrange of mostly-eaten breakfast foods. She scavenged herself a plate and found a few strips of cold bacon and five slices of ham to eat, and didn't really have time to sit down and eat it all so she just picked it up and devoured it on her way to the plate removal area. Her first day was hardly going so well; lost, alone, and hardly any breakfast along with a grand total of two acquaintances, one of which was quite rude to her. Noémie joined the parting crowd, uncertainly, not knowing where she was going for sure. As for her trunk and boots, well, they could remain at the entrance until she had a reason to move them. She didn't have anything worth stealing from there anyway.
As she pushed, and was pushed, through the throng of people she subconsciously looked for the one person who has been kinder to her than the other students. Of course, it wasn't that hard to find another person with white hair in such a crowd, right?
Double post. But I have posted, leaving it open-ended so that Kayleb can come over and say hi! (And anyone else, for that matter.)
RoflsMazoy said
Now would probably be a good time to give Noémie that hot chocolateShe's missing breakfast
Agreed! I'll work on a post soon.
My lovelies, please head on over and introduce yourself to Noémie. Friends are welcomed! I'd rather not head off on a mission only having one man to hide behind. Meat shields are a wonderful thing.
If we're going to do a mission, shall we make it a collab? I quite like using TitanPad...
notdeadyet said
Would anybody you guys be down to, instead of class, go retrieve a magical artifact for beast? This artifact would contain insight to an abomination amungst your fellow students, and also provice a clue as to who our mysterious murderer is. (If you havent figured it out yet.)
Heck yeah. Noémie isn't very good at fighting, but that means it'll be amazingly enjoyable with the others!
I would totally go for a mission!
KatherinWinter said
I am behind! I've got two finals this week so I will keep up as much as I can.
Finals first, RP later!
Noémie jolted a little as Yakumo approached her, fingertips lowering from her mouth to her chest to calm her frantic heart. She smiled peacefully at the man beside her - albiet she was quite unsure how he managed to just sneak up on her like that...perhaps because Noémie herself was too busy staring in awe at the school. "P-Parlez-vous--...ah, erh, English? Okay, I will speak English."("D-do you speak--") stammered the lady, looking more than a little flustered by Yakumo's rude greeting, and equally as offended, as her white brows creased together in indignation.
"I just got 'ere, so...have not had much time to put away my objects." replied Noémie. There was a distinct, heavy French accent which explained the strange conversational pattern - but the way she spoke was quite intriguing. Each syllable and word seemed to trail up and down passionately, emotion punctuating each and every sentence. It was something that was easier to listen to than, for example, the monotonous drone of Synn.
Her black gaze slipped to the students again; she noticed a few of the students looking at her. Cheerily, she met their curious gazes with a polite little smile and bow of her head; the mannerisms in her silent greetings seemed to echo that of a porcelain doll more than a human, in terms of fragility and grace. The word 'delicate' seemed to echo in most of her actions, movements and looks; everything aside from her speech, which was powerful and self-assured (despite the language barrier.)
"My name is Noémie, Monsieur. And you are...?" asked Noémie curiously, focusing her darkened irises curiously onto Yakumo himself. He seemed to be the anti-thesis of Noémie - bright, colourful and not at all polite, almost head-strong to the point of arrogance. It would be very interesting indeed if the pair of them became friends, and Noémie didn't want to make enemies in this place...
"I just got 'ere, so...have not had much time to put away my objects." replied Noémie. There was a distinct, heavy French accent which explained the strange conversational pattern - but the way she spoke was quite intriguing. Each syllable and word seemed to trail up and down passionately, emotion punctuating each and every sentence. It was something that was easier to listen to than, for example, the monotonous drone of Synn.
Her black gaze slipped to the students again; she noticed a few of the students looking at her. Cheerily, she met their curious gazes with a polite little smile and bow of her head; the mannerisms in her silent greetings seemed to echo that of a porcelain doll more than a human, in terms of fragility and grace. The word 'delicate' seemed to echo in most of her actions, movements and looks; everything aside from her speech, which was powerful and self-assured (despite the language barrier.)
"My name is Noémie, Monsieur. And you are...?" asked Noémie curiously, focusing her darkened irises curiously onto Yakumo himself. He seemed to be the anti-thesis of Noémie - bright, colourful and not at all polite, almost head-strong to the point of arrogance. It would be very interesting indeed if the pair of them became friends, and Noémie didn't want to make enemies in this place...
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