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Post by dasia on Oct 22, 2011 2:48:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down So far this year really looked as though it was going to be amazing and she was looking forward to her first full year at Vineheart, yes it was strange for her to be looking forward to school but it was simply the atmosphere that she liked the most. Everyone so far that she had met had been so friendly even though she had been terrified of meeting the Royals that she occasionally used to hear Matvei talk about when he came to Russia on holidays. He made them sound so much worse but she did imagine that it would be different if she was anywhere close to the worst of the group but the boys that she lived with tended to get along famously. The Queens were a group that she really did not want to get mixed up with though and she tended to try her best to avoid them even though she knew that she tended to go unnoticed as a servant and it was working in her favor. Matvei was her biggest priority and as long as the Russian prince was happy then she would be content that she was doing her job to the best of her abilities. He had sent her a couple days before he had arrived and she had been able to get everything set up for the both of them before he even arrived, this was a nice touch considering he had enough to worry about then having to worry that Dasia had not been able to take care of the job.
She missed Russia as always but this was an exciting new chapter of her life, she was going to a school that a lot of people could only dream of, and if she did end up going to university that would mean that it would look really good on her transcript but what she did after finishing high school really depended on what Matvei was going to do. Right now she could not help but think that the weather back in her home country was going to be getting very dreary but at the same time that was meaning that it was going to start snowing very soon and there was nothing that Dasia liked more than the snow. She loved watching the mist that your breath tended to make on the days that it was very cold and the feeling of struggling and slipping while trying to play soccer in the snow, something that had been a tradition when she had been back in Russia. Luckily she knew that Montana had a lot of snow as well so therefore the tradition might have to be continued there as well. She was a little nervous this year she was going to be taking part in a lot of different teams in the school. She was going to be on the dance team which she knew that a lot of the Queens took part in so she was not too sure how well that was going to go over. She was also excited to be a part of the soccer team as she had been practicing all summer in anticipation whenever she had a spare moment. She had found that she had not missed her mother as much as she thought she would have, maybe this was a sign of growing up. It had been great to see her and be able to spend a little time with the older woman since Matvei had not needed her much over the summer but she did not have a hard time getting back on the plane to Montana.
She had been awake from early that morning even though it was a weekend it was programmed in her mind and even though she had been up later the night before she still was up by the same time in the morning so this was the time that she used to continue her own version of her soccer practice she had chosen a quiet place just outside the woods that surrounded the school and remained there until the sun had risen, she was back on her way to the school though feeling a little winded but beamed with a bright smile, she was genuinely a very cheery and carefree person. After walking through the hallways and back up to the boys’ dorms on the top floor she showered and changed into clothing that would be appropriate for the rest of the day before walking in the direction of the cafeteria, she needed to eat something for breakfast before her stomach ended up rumbling its protest loud enough to wake the rest of the people she shared a dorm with, all of which would be less then pleased since the boys tended to sleep a lot longer than herself. So she situated herself at one of the tables in the cafeteria after grabbing a plate of food. She was just starting to get used to American food and really it was not all that terrible even if she was used to home cooking, she tended to be spoiled in that respect, she did a lot of the cooking herself since her mother worked long hours and from a young age she made dinner for the two of them. She had also learnt to bake in that time two and Matvei and Francisco were very lucky that they were active and involved in a lot of sports or else the two of the would already weigh eight hundred pounds each, baked goods did not tend to last around their dorm very long and she found that quite flattering.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 22, 2011 13:41:40 GMT -5
Igor was sat on his laptop. Actually, Igor would've laughed at the very phrase. 'Sat on his laptop' wasn't semantically incorrect, since his dairy air was nowhere near his laptop. Correction, Igor was sat in the cafe, installing the newest version of anti-virus spyware for his laptop. Igor knew the story of the Trojan horse and at no point did said horse get at Troy through their laptops. They weren't starting now. Thankfully none of the mindless nattering of complacement yes-women was filling his ears today, otherwise referred to as 'the Queens'. Igor was charmingly befuddled by the assumption that a big mouth and a willingness to insult forwarded their processes from Princesses to Queens. The hilarity of the situation being that 50% of the females in the school were going to be Queens, in the generic term.
He avoided the gazes of everyone else. Nobody else mattered when he was being constructive on his lonesome. Socialization became the demise of the human race. If the leaders of the world had spent less time pro-creating the world could've had time machines by now. Igor knew that the human population for now needed reproduction. However, once intelligence could be preserved and immortality could be achieved there would be no need for it. And once this was possible, Igor knew his Nobel Prize would be inevitable. His fingers were typing rapidly against his laptop, his eyes watching the screen intently. His work was prepared along with bibliography, references, description, summary and for those that wanted a good laugh, the failed attempts at teachers giving him negative feedback dealt with harshly.
His nostrils perked at a delightful delicacy. Shame that his breakfast wasn't scheduled until 9am, ordering at 8:45 to make sure that the insolence of waitresses and chefs didn't shock his schedule. Eating any earlier would be too soon after waking up and too late was practically slipping into lunch. Though the smell of the food on a certain woman's plate did gain maybe a second of Igor's attention he queried whether it was worth it and went back to working. He had been awake since 6:15am and had watched Doctor Who before getting ready for his day. It was the same routine every day and it prepared him for the rigid day of planning ahead.
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Post by dasia on Oct 22, 2011 18:52:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down
The breakfast on this particular morning tended to be her absolute favourite, the one thing she did enjoy about American foods was the pancakes and what the chefs tended to incorporate into their food, such as strawberries and chocolate chips, she still remembered the look on her mother’s face this summer when she had told the older woman about the chocolate chip pancakes that she had become impartial to in the last part of what would have normally been a persons second year in Vineheart, though she had only been there for a month to finish up the year, she had been sent when his parents had been concerned about Cris and Matvei being in the same dorm room and the pranks that had started, though there seemed to be something that put a stop to it right away so in a way it made her job very simple. She would never discourage the Russian prince from doing things like that since it was just natural for a teenage boy as they all seemed to be involved, she was just there for when things went wrong and knew that she would not hesitate to take the blame and do her best in masterminded schemes in order to clean up the mess. So far though it had proved to be uneventful seeing that he had gotten serious with his girlfriend, the princess of Ireland and she seemed to bring out the mature side of him. This caused his parents to be really pleased and it did look good on her though she was not about to take the credit since it was nothing to do with her, she had done nothing but be there when he needed her. She never had understood the appeal of the group of ‘Queens’ what was attractive about girls that were back stabbing and high maintenance and not at all acting either their ages or like princesses and the scary part was that a lot of them were going to be ruling countries. She did do her best to make sure to stay away from the drama though and loved being the sort of invisible girl. The only interaction she had with them were at the dance practices since she was on the team and there was also a few of them that were one the soccer team but they were much too busy to ever notice her which she did like.
She had never been the type of person that was very social but for different reasons it was not that she did not like to talk with people since she did enjoy the occasional chat but she was far too shy to ever make eye contact with someone never mind end up talking with them, she was close with some of the boys that Matvei was friends with and she tended to be a very good listener meaning that she tended to try her best to help them through their problems and between talking with Edon, Cisco and Mat they tended to occupy all the corners of her mind with their different and varying problems, she took it on her own shoulders to try her best to do whatever she could for them. After finishing the pancakes that were placed on her plate she was feeling past full. She could not help but glance up at the boy that was sitting diagonally from her, since she was quite new here and really did not have the chance to meet very many people she did not know who he was though she did come to a conclusion that he was a part of a Royal family, she was not too sure why she came up with this assumption but perhaps it was just to do with the vibe that was radiating off him, not in a cocky and snotty manner but just assertive and knowing where he stood in the world. She never left her plates on the table the way that a lot of the others did, she did not think that the workers needed to walk all the way out to where she sat when it was just as easy for her to walk a couple hundred feet to where they were placed at the garbage can. Looking down the aisle that she was sitting in there was a pile of bags of the people that were sitting there so that did not seem like it would be the best bet so when she stood she walked around the end of the table to walk behind where the other boy was sitting since there were less people in between those tables. She left her book at the table since she was planning on returning and the trip to the garbage can proved to be very uneventful but what she did not account for on her way back was the worker that was not paying attention and all of this occurred very close to where the boy was sitting, the worker tripped with his arms full of plates and plummeted in her direction with arms flailing, very close to where he was typing on his laptop, being a servant to her was always about putting others first and she did not even think of how much it was going to hurt when she was about to be plowed over, she did manage to snag a full glass of water before it came within range of the laptop, since clearly she could see that the computer was important to him. Her reflexes were very quick from being a dancer. Even though none of this was even close to being her fault she still felt bad as the other person got back to their feet looking flustered and apologizing to her profusely. Its fine, really. She murmured so quietly that she was not too sure if he even heard before he started rambling at how pissed off his boss was going to be. Allowing him to clean up the rest her attention was turned to laptop boy and she dipped her head respectfully as she had been taught. I’m sorry. She uttered politely even though it had nothing to do with her, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, there was nothing that she could have done to prevent the boy tripping and she had essentially diverted a disaster that would have been caused if the stray full glass of water had not been snagged almost out of midair. She rubbed her right elbow where the tray had collided with her and knew that there was going to be a bruise forming there.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 23, 2011 12:41:20 GMT -5
Igor's head flew up just in time to see a hand stop a glass of water from ruining his laptop. He immediately closed his laptop and brought it to his chest, his heart racing at the mere thought of any splatter seeping into his laptop. He sunk in his chair with eyes wide. "I dare say you will never impose your clumsy service on me again!" his voice was high enough to reach the ceiling. His breathing became quick and shallow. "The least you can do is get me a bag!" he blurted, causing the worker to run behind the counter. Igor could feel the panic draining from his system as he inspected every single inch of his laptop. Not a drop, it was completely dry. He took his laptop out of hibernation and everything worked fine. From Craig's list to World of Warcraft, it was all there safe and working appropriately.
Regardless he snatched the bag from the worker, looking inside and checking for anything unclean before breathing into it. Once he was feeling a fair amount of calmness he delivered a very strong-worded complaint with the cafe manager. The words used made Igor awfully uncomfortable, he rarely used the term 'poppycock' but it was definitely worth it. He frowned as the woman that saved his laptop apologized. "Sorry? Sorry? Did you hit your head at any point during the collision? You saved my life's work! My future thesis, my plans for world domination, my pass codes, personal schedules. Oh! I couldn't imagine." his body then became stiff. He attempted to engage in an embrace by lifting up his arms and moving forward toward her.
"No not worth it." he stepped back and resumed his previous standing position. "But thank you." he nodded in acknowledgement.
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Post by dasia on Oct 23, 2011 15:50:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins at an alarming rate it almost felt as though her heart was not going to be able to keep up with the needed supply of blood that was becoming essential. It was sheer luck that she had been able to reach out at an alarming rate to be able to grab that cup of water before it would have spilt all over his laptop and the tray collided with her arm, though the small amount of pain was dismissed for the time being there was far too much adrenaline in her system for her to even notice. And now that it was all over and the server has been back to getting to his feet and looking flustered her eyes landed on him as he asked her over and over again if she was alright and she muttered that she was fine under her breath, she did not want to make a big deal out of this, it was not important and she hated anything that was going to draw more attention to herself and quite frankly everyone in the cafeteria had glanced up in order to look in her direction and this made her even more uneasy until she felt like her stomach had been tied in knots and was being wrung out like a washcloth. She was vaguely aware that her hands were shaking and this only progressed when the boy seemed to be angry and even though it was not directed towards her she did balk away from conflict so she wanted nothing more than to just curl up into a ball and ride it out until it was all over. His angry words caused her eyes to go wide as she just stood there surely looking out of place and she was almost positive to the other people that were in the room it might have looked as though she had something to do with it when it was not at all the case.
When he asked the person for a bag she really did not know what was going to happen next was he going to use it as a weapon, suffocate the guy with a bag, he seemed angry enough, though this was a lot more dramatic in her mind than she really thought was going to happen. But the next part was a shocker as well, something that you would only see in movie where the tension and stress of a person was exaggerate happened, he was actually using the plastic bag to breathe, this situation was just getting stranger and stranger, though she was not going to comment she did not want to attention to be on her and she was just too busy trying to regain her composure. By now the rest of the people in the cafeteria had gone back to whatever they were doing before the catastrophe such as eating their breakfast or studying but she was still feeling a little on edge. He seemed to be looking over everything that was in the laptop and she debated walking to the other side of the table to grab her book but there was something that stopped her. Then it happened, all of a sudden the attention was off the computer as she had apologized to him and now he was looking straight at her and with an expression of bewilderment, she could not help but wonder if she was going to be on the receiving end of the anger that he had displayed just moments ago. But that was not at all the case either. He repeated the same words that had come out of her mouth twice as if he was shocked that it had happened and then asked her if she had banged her head in the collision. No, sir. She uttered gently while looking at the floor, she had always grown up with impeccable manner since she had grown up in the Russian palace and around Royalty and even though she was a little more laid back when she was around people like Matvei and his parents since she had always been quite close with the family when she was around people that she did not tend to know she reverted back to the etiquette that she had been taught such as calling princes and princesses sir and mam. Shoulders tensed slightly as his voice seemed to raise yet again though it did not hold the tone of malice and disgust as it had before with the worker who she was sure was going to be looking for a new job or at least be stuck behind the scenes until this all were to calm down. He rambled on about how she had saved his lives work and his thesis amongst other things and an instant interest was caught, he was quite different from the rest of the Royals and she was able to tell this, he was not the type that cared nothing about school and thought that it was the best to just float their way through the grades since they did not care about education anyways since they were set to rule their country anyways. He actually cared and this sent him higher in her regards. When he did speak of his plans for world domination though there was a serious tone that made her a little concerned but she remained standing there listening intently and very cautiously and when he finished the rant he stood up, raising himself to full height and if he was intimidating before with his quick wit he now certainly was seeing as he was taller than her. He moved towards her with his arms stretched out in an awkward manner it looked like it was going to turn into a hug but at the last moment he veered away commenting that it was not worth it. Wide hazel eyes were directed back to him when he then told her once again thank you and a small smile crossed her lips. No problem. She told him before turning back to the end of the row and walking across to where she had been seated and picking up her book after settling down to where she was seated before. Her heart no longer felt like it was going to leap into her throat and suffocate her and her vitals were returning to normal even though there was a small tinge of red remaining against her cheeks. Even though she knew that she had nothing to do with it all it did not change the fact that she was embarrassed by the attention. What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking? If it was really some scheme to take over the world she was not too sure if she wanted to know though since she would rather be left in the dark and not know about the impending doom before it changed all they knew.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 23, 2011 17:15:20 GMT -5
Brushing breezily past the fact that she stated she hadn't hit her head, Igor decided that he would return back to where he was sat. The exact seat, he wasn't going to act like a hippie and just sit anywhere. "Oh nothing you need concern yourself with. Truth be told I was merely updating my laptop and responding to an e-mail from my mother," he paused, far from eager to tell this stranger about the royal ball coming up to which Igor was obliged to attend. The waltz was a social dance originated from Austria and it was expected that he brought or found a dance partner with which to display his brilliant white suit and the result of several dance lessons taken as a child. There was no better advertisement for southern exclusion than a royal ball to which the majority of Europe was uninvited.
"And you will not coax any more information from me. For all I know your a spy or an accomplice for that gossip blog. I'm busy enough as it is without being named a 'chick magnet'." he lifted his chin, hopefully closing contact about the contents of his laptop. He was already wondering whether she actually had a ploy to find out all his secrets and best works. That would naturally be a motive to wanting to save his laptop. And to think, he was so close to the physical act of embracing with this imposter! There were very few forms of human interaction that he didn't find repellant. Human experimentation was one of them. "Thank you again for saving the life of my laptop, my Windows Vista thanks you also. Enjoy your book, may you find solace through its pages."
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Post by dasia on Oct 23, 2011 21:25:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down
When she returned to her seat she was feeling a little out of place, without any of this happening there would have been little to no chance of the two talking and it felt rather strange to be talking to him, she was polite though and would never comment on that and she was really the one to carry on the conversation after she told him that she had not hit her head and then he finished in telling her that she did a lot of save his future work, she felt good that she could be of assistance considering that had been the plan when she had reached out to grasp the glass before it threatened the lap top that he was on. It was clearly important by the way that he clutched to it and acted as though it would have been the end of the world in fact acting almost like it was a child of his that needed protecting. This intrigued her thoroughly. So when she sat back down across from him at the diagonal she succumbed to asking him what he was working on. He uttered that he was just updating his laptop and responding to an email from his mother so therefore she was feeling a little silly for asking because she had been expected a long winded explanation of something that he was working on. After this she recoiled a bit, she should have never pried into his life since she was never like that so she did not know why it had changed in regards to him, perhaps curiosity does always kill the cat no matter how much she did try to steer clear of things like this that might show a vulnerable side of herself that she was not proud of, she was here to be a servant so she did not need to get mixed up in her own wants and needs and feelings.
She looked back down when he commented that she was not going to get any more information out of her since she could be an accomplice and she realized that she had not even introduced herself and felt terrible for forgetting her manners. I assure you I am nothing of the sort sir, I am Dasia Kozlov, I serve Matvei Anatoli of Russia. She stated quietly as she was able to feel her cheeks get hot again. At least this was in hope that he might realize that she was not someone that was going to sell his secrets to the lately edit of the gossip blog. He seemed to be cutting her off now and this was something that was a little more comfortable when he thanked her once again commenting that both his computer and his computers operating system thanked her and that he hoped that she enjoyed her book. She offered a small smile of acknowledgement before she picked her book back up and opened it to the page that she had been on, the drink that she had during her meal still remained and she took a sip of the orange juice. She could not help the small glances from her book back up at him as he sat there though.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 28, 2011 12:57:48 GMT -5
Igor sensed her intrigue, social skills were something that he couldn't summon an equation for. Their exclusion of common reason upon forming close relationships confounded him. He watched as her cheeks grew red after introducing herself. The two didn't connect, what in her name could cause her to blush? Igor never blushed, his face never so much as felt a rise in temperature. He supposed that was just another part of him that made a being of pure intellect and made decisions guided by reason. "I'm going to propose a hypothesis. Your blushing because, as Darwin quoted, to blush is 'the most peculiar and most human of all expressions.' and your not human. Your trying to fool me into believing you are human but actually, your an extraterrestrial and we are not alone in this universe. Or you could just be shy." he finalized, imagining that either were plausible.
He always imagined his rare and precious mental faculties would one day identify a species not of this earth. In accordance to social convention Igor felt compelled to introduce himself as she had. However before he could, she returned to her table and to her book, he was glad for the space. He could now go back to his laptop and make a real contribution to science, or sending out more e-mails for now. Now that it was possible that other worldly beings were lingering nearby he could have any kind of tracking device or camera embedded in his skin via invisible laser.
After a few seconds of thinking, he rose to his feet again and walked over to the female, clearing his throat for her attention. "For the record I should let you know that I have Justice League membership and I've battled aliens on a very vivid simulator." he told her with a serious face.
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Post by dasia on Oct 28, 2011 14:21:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down
Before she had sat back down there had been a large part of her that wanted to just run away, after all that was really her reaction to anything that tended to intimidate her, just simply get out of the situation as soon as possible and she could really see this situation not being in her best interest, what if she managed to piss of the Prince and he would then tell Matvei, she wanted nothing more than to impress the person she was serving and she cared a lot about the Russian prince and the job that his family had given her since it was nothing to be thought of lightly not many girls her age were given opportunities to work for Royalty and attend a school that only the best of the best attended and get the privilege of this on their resume not to mention the fact that it was like working for your best friend since her and Matvei always had an amazing relationship, he had been the one that had taught her to play soccer when she had been younger and since then the two were able to continue this whenever the both of them were around the palace. Never had she imagined that she would be joining him in the boarding school that he tended to talk to her about the times that he was home, she did not think that she would get to meet the Irish princess that he spoke of so fondly but now she saw her almost every day either with Matvei or in the hallways. She knew that Branna was terribly polite but she could not help but think that the girl did not like her so Dasia tended to go out of her way to either steer clear of her to avoid the bad vibes or go out of her way to make sure that she was even more polite.
She made her introduction and of course there was a blush that crept up in her cheeks that came from making any sort of conversation with someone that she would always think of as being her superior. Of course he noticed though and she thoroughly debated ducking beneath the table in order to hide and make an escape but that would be silly and she was far too old and mature for that antic plus she really did not like the idea of crawling beneath a table where she was sure pieces of so many peoples lunches ended up under. Looking back up she knew that she was expected to answer this first statement and wide green eyes crossed the table to meet his for a moment. Uh…. I guess the second part. Shy I mean. She murmured biting her bottom lip. If she not been so stressed she was sure that she would have laughed in a good nature about the first part but right now she was trying her best to disguise her feelings and stop her hands from shaking. She returned to her seat and he seemed to be pleased with this as she took her book back and started on the page that she had left off on though her mind was elsewhere. She looked up and placed it back on the table when he was close to her once again and clearing his throat to talk to her, now he seemed to be convinced that she was an alien this was really very interesting to her. She managed a small and polite smile that upturned the corners of her lips. I assure you that it would not be necessary. How could I prove to you that I am not an alien? She asked him quietly in a meager voice though really she did not have any idea of how she could go about proving such a thing.
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Post by shideh7 on Oct 30, 2011 21:01:46 GMT -5
Igor's head tilted sideways a little as she confessed to shyness. Well that was a less enjoyable reason for the increased circulation to her face. She wasn't looking at him, even when talking to him. Little things like this he couldn't help but question why. They had neither the interest or required relationship status to already be in dispute, so why wouldn't she meet his eyes? Was this another symptom of shyness? So he was no more socially aware than the day his mother told him that he had to go outside or his action figures would suffer. On paper he was an academic genius, the one every elitist would envy. "I'm not a buyer of the supernatural, however, if you are a descendent of alien life forms I plan to proceed cautiously." he told her, joining her at the table.
His eyes stared widely at her. He knew how to test this alien's knowledge of earth. "Who's President? Who was Pierre-Paul Riquet? And approximately how many dollars would buy a standard bean and cheese burrito?" he inquired, running off a list in his head of all the aspects he could question. He'd started with a politics-aimed question to test the alien's knowledge of their humble government. The second was general history. If she knew it then she was either an extraterrestrial life form that had studied the earth in all it's broadness or plausibly she was just a human know-it-all. The third tested general civilian knowledge that couldn't have been learned from intensive study. This was very exciting for him.
Igor was used to talking to people that didn't want to listen. He could speak to a person riddled with thanatopsis. Anatomists may find within Igor that the installation of human sensitivity was absent in his creation. Not that it bothered him, it took his eye off the very glistening prize known as Nobel. Which he would win some day, after he'd served valuable time in the Austrian army. He didn't plan on taking his throne for a while and hence the ideas of marriage and heirs were so far from his mind they weren't expected to rise for perhaps another decade. He also acknowledged that marriage for love was a concept only accepted by the majority in the past fifty years, an idea so recent was hardly one that he planned to exercise.
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Post by dasia on Oct 31, 2011 1:22:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0F0F0; width: 475px; padding-top: 5; padding: 15,5,15,5px; border: 363636, solid 8px;] 'cause I've got a peaceful easy feeling;And I know you won't let me down
There was no use in hiding the fact that she was shy for him after all was that not better than confessing to being an alien? She had weighed her options here, surely if she had denied the fact that she was shy and told him that she was an alien than he was going to be the first to report her and then where would she wind up, the project of some government organization and they would test her, the thought of even a simply blood test made her queasy, when she had gotten sick back in Russia when she was thirteen even though she had been weak and very ill they still almost needed to restrain her in order to get a blood sample, blood tests and shots were her weakness and something that she had always been terrified of. Something quite common she was assured but at the same time it was really something that was silly since tests and injections were a part of living and they most of the time only had benefits or rather the benefits tended to outweigh the ill effects. She hated that she was not feeling as though she was able to meet his eyes and knowing that he was noticing this as well which was even more embarrassing. She was not used to this much social interaction with someone that she did not know well, after all she had gotten to know the boys that she roomed with quite well and she was exposed to their presence a lot more often, being forced to be around then tended to make it a hell of a lot easier to talk to them. When he did state that he was not convinced that she was an alien life form but that he was going to proceed with caution the fact that he was not at all being judgmental and making his decision of what he was going to think of her caused her to courage to look back up at him, with a small smile of appreciation, at least she would be able to state her case no matter how odd she was feeling that this situation was. He took a seat beside her and her attention was then placed on him.
His eyes were wide when she then asked him how she was going to be able to prove to him that she was not an alien and it was as if there was something that popped to his mind as if it was something that was so simple. She was not too sure of the second question in the list even though the name tended to be something that sounded familiar but she was going to making a guess regarding that one. The president of the United States is Barrack Obama. She stated easily with the first question before moving onto the second one. As for who Pierre-Paul Riquet is I am not too sure, but I think he was French? She uttered and knew that she would at least be close to answering that question. She then laughed lightly at the next comment when he asked her how many dollars would by a standard bean and cheese burrito, while she did not tend to eat things like that she knew that it would be somewhere around two dollars. I believe the price for a burrito would be around two dollars perhaps a bit more, but I do not tend to eat food like that. Even though this was odd she was enjoying the conversation even though she did feel as though she was being interrogated. Have I passed the test? She asked raising a brow at him as it was clear that her full attention was on him when she turned back to him.
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Post by shideh7 on Nov 3, 2011 6:51:15 GMT -5
Igor listened as she was providing all the answers to the questions he gave her. She knew who was President, knowledge that any citizen of this world should know. That was strike one against his alien theory. Strike two, her lack of understanding of obscure history which gave some amusement. Strike three, her approximation of the burrito sounded familar, though he also didn't eat food like that, it inevitably caused copious amounts of methane. "I have concluded that you are in fact an average, plain civilian of the American society. Congratulations." he said pointedly. He must've found something fascinating about her though. His interactions with humans happened once every other week - he set aside an hour for it on every other Sunday. The first Sunday he spent at Church in order to satisfy the religious roots of his family.
So the fact that he was engaging in such was rather startling. Maybe alien powers were at work here but it could also be that it was his moral duty to the world to scope out any information that might lead to the discovery of extraterrestrials. Earth was still his favourite planet currently in existence and identified with planetary status. Now Pluto was unfortunately off the map anyway.
"Excuse me but my interest has faltered in our idle chit-chat. I'll be returning to my laptop now."
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