SOLITUDE

[felix]

△▽ INNOCENT & NERVOUS △▽

[/size]

It was Saturday morning and Felix wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with himself. He had woken up early, purely by habit, and got dressed with nothing in mind as far as plans went. Perhaps, he’d study… or let the day waste away playing piano, as he most often did. It wasn’t fully appealing, but that was life, no?

Reluctantly, after some consideration, he made his way to the cafeteria and served himself a breakfast of yoghurt and toast. He ate with head down—damn, he was awkward, but that was to be expected, sort of. He was the new kid, right? Keep your head down and keep to yourself until acknowledged by someone.

Briefly, in his solitude, he found himself wondering where his little sister was, and what she was up to. Obviously, she had adjusted to life at Mayview at a much faster pace than he had, but that was to be expected. She was a social butterfly, and, frankly, he was not. He thought about texting her… but, then again, she was probably asleep, or busy, or not wanting to talk to him, anyways. After minor contemplation, he decided against it. It was probably for the better. Gazing around the nearly empty cafeteria (perhaps, people slept in on Saturdays here), Felix stood and carried his dishes to the dirty dishes bin. After quietly thanking the lunch lady, he wandered out of the building and was greeted by the cool Michigan air.

There wasn’t a whole lot for the young man to do, and not a whole lot that he was motivated to do, either. After releasing a long, exasperated sigh, he decided he’d wander back to his dorm room and grab his music composition book. From there, he’d go to the library, and, perhaps, try to piece together some notes. It was hard to do without a keyboard in front of you, but Felix managed.


The library, for the most part, was vacant. Of course, that was to be expected for a Saturday morning. Situating himself at one of the tables in the corner, he opened the notebook—the first half was nearly filled already. As you can tell, it was something he did often. Closing his eyes, Felix slid his pencil between his lips and concentrated, missing the soft thud the entrance doors made as they opened and closed.


tag lena & mallory
outfit yo
thoughts I HOPE THIS WILL SUFFICE?! it's sort of shitty but i haven't played felix in awhile!

[/center]

[lena2]

it was early morning saturday and the world was her oyster. or so mallory thought. she was going to do everything today, or so she thought. she was going to make herself pancakes and she was going to do her hair and she was going to go out in the world and make some memories. but as soon as her alarm sounded in her ear from her side table she knew that none of the above were going to happen. her hair was a tangled mass that had no hopes of becoming even close to straight. she was messing it up even more by scratching her head in a tired manner. she was the epitome of a cold and flue commercial. tangled hair, flannel pajamas and a raspy voice. there were no beautiful wake up like in the movies. her hair was not silky soft and her sheets were not strategically placed around her body. in fact she was usually in a tangle in her sheets. it would probably be a health hazard if it weren't for the natural instincts to untangle her neck from sheets while she slept.

after dressing in a leather jacket to shield her from the cold and a simple pairing of jeans and a t-shirts mallory was ready for the day. she combed through her hair as she looked for her phone and finally left her dorm at a reasonable time. the cafeteria wafted a toxic stench of coffee and baked goods. she had no choice but to wander into the room. she grabbed a scone and buttered it before heading out to the tables. if she was lucky there would be zero people in the cafeteria. but of course there were a handful of people. one whom which she recognized as soon as she saw him. it was of course felix. she smiled as soon as his face came into view. she walked towards him and sat her plate down next to him on the cafeteria table. "Felix! comment allez-vous?"
MALLORY

[/div]

[felix]

△▽ INNOCENT & NERVOUS △▽

[/size]

Felix’s head was lowered as he gazed at the staff paper before him. The pink of his tongue was visible, just barely, from between his lips—for him, it was a sign of sheer concentration, and it always had been. Neat, circular notes had begun to dot the page before him as a melody began to form in the young boy’s head. He wasn’t sure if it’d truly come together in the end, but that was part of the process. Mistakes were sure to happen, and so he’d fine tune it later.

Needless to say, he hadn’t notice the other person approaching his table. It wasn’t until the familiar voice called out his name that his head shot upright. Immediately following, his cheeks began to heat and redden in embarrassment, as they often did. It was Mallory, thankfully—a friend of his from home who had also been sent to Mayview Academy, for similar reasons, as it happens. Their parents were good friends, and Felix suspected that their coming here had been something their parents discussed… together. Felix, of course, had no problem with it. In fact, he was overjoyed to have a friend coming into this whole ordeal. It sure made things easier for him.

“Mallory, hey,” he gushed softly as he closed his music book, gently setting it to the side, so he could focus his upmost attention on his friend. Admittedly, his mother had requested he speak English as much as possible—for practice, more or less, but he figured, given the fact that this was Mallory, and, she too, was predominately French, that it’d be okay if he broke the rules once. “Ça va tout bien, merci,” he responded politely as his gaze shifted from his notebook to her. “Ah... et toi?” he added, after realizing that he should probably continue the conversation.

“Est-ce que t’aime ici?” he went on a moment later; he certainly hoped Mallory was enjoying her stay in the United States. It had been a massive transition for him, one that he wasn’t yet comfortable with, but it was coming, all the same. He hoped hers was smooth; she deserved nothing less.



tag lena & mallory
outfit yo
thoughts here's to hoping my french isn't entirely bad

[/center]

[lena2]

"Je vais bien, merci." she said, ripping small pieces of her scone apart and placing them into her mouth just to feel their flaky textures dissolve in her mouth and become like butter on its way down her throat. she always did appreciate a good breakfast pastry. when she was a child she would always eat a scone with jelly for the morning meal before school. it was the best food anyone could hope for. and she felt no need to feel blessed when she ate it. it was just natural for her to eat it. it wasn't fancy and it wasn't special. but after seeing the sugar coated corn flakes and artificially sweetened coloured balls people ate as 'cereal' for breakfast she felt sickened. was good taste really that rare in america. "amérique va bien. mais je m'ennuie de la nourriture!" she groaned at the scones beauty in flavor and looks and wish for a more simple time when she would have been eating one of these delicacies in her own home.
MALLORY

[/div]