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Post by Dillon Montgomery on Oct 4, 2011 16:57:49 GMT -5
Dillon hoisted his bag on his shoulder just before he descended the stairs that joined the exit of the small jet with the tarmac of the landing strip at which he had just arrived. The sun beat high above his head, and he could feel the heat radiating off of the tar that paved the strip. He was wearing a navy blazer over a light blue shirt and a red tie, paired with khaki pants and a pair of Sperry’s. His sunglasses, which had hung around his neck, now were in their proper place before his eyes. He could see the mountains that were common in Colorado as they formed jagged teeth that rose from the horizon. The landscape was green and natural but in a different way than Dillon’s home in Rhode Island. A cough came from behind Dillon, and he realized that he had been blocking the exit for the rest of the patrons of this commuter airline – the only airline that flew into Pallet, Colorado. This town was to be Dillon’s new home as it housed his new high school.
Pallet High School was a boarding school that Dillon’s family had found after the debacle with Lee at his last school. Dillon was looking forward to living so far away from home, but he was also scared of that distance. He worried about his sisters, whom he had protected for their entire lives. It was his duty to take care of them. Perhaps, if he could prove to his parents how good of a school Pallet High was, they would send his twin sister to school here. Then, his other sisters would follow as the years progressed. They were all just a year apart, so that he and his twin would each be juniors when the youngest started her freshman year. Having them all at the same school would be good for his parents too, if only he could convince them of that.
Walking through the small terminal, Dillon looked for the driver bearing the sign that read his name. That was what his parents had instructed him to do as they had hired a driver to take him to the school, which had had no pick-up service. Dillon wondered if that was because many of the students were locals. He would have to suffer as the foreigner until he could establish himself, or perhaps, he could find another foreigner to share in the suffering, a form of solidarity. The drive to the school was quick and quiet, ending in the parking lot of a rather impressive schooling complex. Dillon stepped out of the cart and looked up at building. This would be home for the next school year, so he better make the best of it. Dillon made his way into the school, heaving his bags. He found the office and made known that he had arrived. Now, he would wait for a classmate of his to come and find him, so he could show Dillon to the dorm.
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Bartholomew B. Sauer
Science and Technology 
Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Oct 4, 2011 17:18:41 GMT -5
Bartholomew had a task to do.
The office had called around the boy's dorms and had found Bartholomew Sauer as the first willing and able body. His task was to go and collect a new freshman who had just arrived.
"He's waiting in the courtyard. Escort him to his new dorm room, room __, please." And then there was silence on the other end of the line, and Bartholomew had replaced the phone and dutifully started moving toward the Courtyard.
He didn't mind taking a break from his studies. It was another opportunity to meet a new friend. But why they couldn't choose someone who had less homework than he did was confusing to Bartholomew. In any case, he supposed, someone had to go get the freshman.
He entered the courtyard and saw a boy, taller than he was, standing with his suitcases next to him. It couldn't have been more obvious who he was if he had worn a giant neon sign that said, "NEW. HELP, PLEASE." Chuckling slightly at the thought, Bartholomew approached him.
"Are you the new guy? My name's Bartholomew Sauer, and I've been assigned to help you get situated. Come with me. Oh, here, I'll take a bag." He kept everything friendly, but professional and to the point. He took one of the suitcases, and noted the Sperry's. How weird, to be wearing shoes that looked like loafers. Bartholomew, in his simple "Go Green" t-shirt, jeans, and running shoes, never tried to match the styles of the teenage world. He wore what was comfortable, but watching the fashions amused him slightly.
"So, where are you from?" He asked. He might as well start pleasant conversation if they had to walk to the dorms and so on.
Summary:
[/i] Bartholomew gets a call from the office saying they need someone to take a freshman to his new dorm, and Bartholomew agrees. He walks to the courtyard, introduces himself, and picks up one of the guys' bags. He asks him where he's from to be nice, and remains professional despite being slightly peeved at not being able to do his homework. Comments:[/i] Good ol' responsible Bart. xP [/blockquote] |
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Post by Dillon Montgomery on Oct 14, 2011 9:55:13 GMT -5
Dillon wasn’t sure how long he waited, as he had never been one for keeping time. His sister had always been the punctual of the two, keeping him in line as much as on time. It would be weird not to be attending the same school as her. He hoped that she would transfer in the near future.
A young man was walking towards Dillon, and he was coming from the vague direction that had been shown to Dillon as the direction in which the boy’s dormitories stood. Figuring this approaching young man must be his escort, Dillon adjusted the bag on his shoulder. He would leave the other bags for when the young man arrived. Dillon didn’t want to be stuck holding them for longer than necessary.
Bartholomew Sauer, what an interesting name… Dillon thought as the welcoming wagon introduced himself. Dillon stuck out his hand for a greeting before replying, “Dillon Montgomery, freshman music theory major. It’s nice to meet you Bartholomew. Thanks for taking the time to help me get settled in.” Dillon picked up one of his bags as Bartholomew had taken the other. Dillon’s various instruments would be coming in a series of deliveries once he let his family know that he had settled in.
Dillon couldn’t help but judge Bart’s (for that was just what he was going to think of him as. Bartholomew was just too long.) appearance as they walked. Mr. Sauer looked comfortable but not very stylish. Dillon wondered if this was normal for this particular school. All the other schools he had attended, fashion and style were a necessity. Luckily, Dillon’s twin had taught him how to dress, but there were many times when he wished that a simple pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt would do.
“I’m from Providence, Rhode Island,” Dillon admitted. “Doubt you’ve been there. Not many people have.” He paused before adding, “What about you, Bartholomew? Where are you from?” Dillon was nothing but polite when it came to meeting someone. He had learned quickly just how important a first impression was.
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Bartholomew B. Sauer
Science and Technology
Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Oct 19, 2011 21:54:56 GMT -5
Bartholomew took Dillon’s hand as it extended toward him and the freshman introduced himself. He smiled back at him and gave him a brief but short handshake. He had to admit that his introduction was unexpected. Certainly different than some of the freshman he had seen around campus. He was serious and to the point, but friendly as well. It was a promising sign, but Bartholomew decided to be careful. He could just want to make an impression and then turn completely different - he had befriended those types of people before. He was optimistic that Dillon was not one of those types, but he had learned that one could never be too careful.
This caution, however, did not keep him from being friendly with the freshman. No doubt he would at least want somebody to talk to, at least while he was first arriving. He would soon settle in and find his own group. Whether he and Bartholomew remained friendly depended on what happened during the year. They could drift, but Bartholomew was okay with that. That was why he was being cautious in the first place.
“Rhode Island?” Bartholomew repeated to show he was listening, then shook his head. “No, I haven’t been there, but I’ve heard the East Coast isn’t a bad place to life.” He was somewhat surprised to hear Dillion ask him where he was from, but supposed it was mostly for protocol purposes. “I’m from Indiana. My parents are commercial farmers there, hence my Horticulture major. Runs in the family, I suppose.” He shrugged and smiled off-handedly. He turned at a slightly sharper angle as they spoke to make sure they went to the freshman dorms, not the sophomore dorms.
“So what brings you to Pallet High? Most people come for the academic side of things.” Bartholomew had been one of those people - Pallet High School had been just far enough away that he could create new memories, but not so far that he couldn’t go home on a short plane ride. The academics were challenging and stimulating for him, although the nice campus was a plus. Most of the buildings were new, and you could see mountains wherever you looked. It was calming, he thought, to be surrounded with nature. But that was probably just his opinion, with his love of plants and all.
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[/i] There's some inner-monolouging about trusting people - he thinks he liked Dillon thus far - then Bart carries on the conversation, answering where he's from and mentions his Horticulture major. He asks why Dillon came to Pallet High School. Comments:[/i] n/a [/blockquote] |
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