Nick Alaric
Language Arts
Foreign Language - Japanese Senior (Grade 12)
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Post by Nick Alaric on Jul 13, 2011 4:12:13 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://www.commentnation.com/hotlinks/argyle_pattern_background_yellow_seamless.gif), btable][cs=5][atrb=style, width:100px; height: 100px] | Words: 600 Tags: Open Lyrics: Redemption - Gackt Notes: Hahaha, I couldn't help myself. | [atrb=style, width: 15px] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB] | [atrb=style, width: 65px] | [atrb=style, height: 340px; background-color: FFF205; border: 4px dotted #000000; opacity: 0.59] He had lost a bet.
He had lost a bet.
He had lost a bet.
And in doing so, he had lost a good chunk of his dignity. For once, Nick actually felt cold during his working shift at Vanillite. Instead of clad in his usual attire consisting of black slacks, a white button up, and a black apron, he was instead wearing something less... his type. In fact, the sight was almost humorous, at least, to anyone else. While it wasn't uncommon for people to question Nick about his sexuality (most of the time, not aloud), there was certainly no lack of the odd glances Nick Alaric was receiving today.
The tall blonde was garbed one of the most feminine attires he had ever worn in his life, and that was certainly saying something. As a young child, he used to wear dresses and high heels to play along with the other girls. It had been no trouble to him then seeing as he could simply blame age on it. But now, he was left with the poor, but true, excuse of losing a bet. Ugh, he didn't even know where to begin on the number of things that were terribly wrong with the picture. Which was worse - watching his group of friends sit in the corner of the shop enjoying ice cream and taking incriminating photos of him... or wearing one of the most cliched cafe outfits designed for a girl?
Nick decided that having his friends in the corner taking photos was worse. The outfit itself wasn't seriously that bad. In all actuality, it was kind of comfy save for the fact that it only reached his mid-thigh. The frilly cafe dress itself was pink in color with white frills peeking out from the bottom of it. There was a white pattern that mimicked a short vest sewn into the garment over his chest and a professionally tied bow sat beneath his Adam's apple. Pinned in his hair, aligned with his ears, was a white lace headband with two pink ribbons tied to each side. To finished off the whole look, a pair of knee-high stockings hid a majority of his legs with a pair of black character shoes covering his feet.
Nick was never going to hear the end of this. He blew his bangs from his eyes, glaring at the very people that forced him into this. Note to self: never make a bet with Iori. Ever. he thought bitterly as she giggled and snapped another photo with her phone. He muttered a low curse in Japanese, damning their souls to the far reaches of hell for all eternity. For once, Nick was content with a slow day. That meant that the fewest number of people had to see him in this outfit in person. However, as if to spite him, he heard the familiar jingle of the bells signalling someone had walked in.
Maybe he could pretend to actually be a girl and spare himself the embarrassment. Then again, that could backfire and he could very easily add on embarrassment he didn't need. Besides, he looked way too much like a guy and he felt too awkward in the clothes. If only he hadn't straightened his hair today. Then he might have had a ghost of a chance at pretending to be a girl. Nonetheless, he had a job and he had to be courteous. It wasn't good to bring your problems to work, someone once told him. So, he put on a light smile.
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Melissa Matthews °
Science and Technology
Genetics Freshman (Grade 9)
"We are no different from one another."
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Jul 17, 2011 10:08:31 GMT -5
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." -- E.E. Cummings This town was fascinating!
Melissa Matthews skipped down the streets of Pallet, Colorado with a wide grin on her face. This was her first tour of the town that she had taken by herself. She hadn't gone on a school tour yet, but she was going to. She just wanted to be familiar with everything beforehand so that way when she went on the school-guided tour, she could listen and learn new information, but today was just for the sights and to gain familiarity. She wanted to find her way around so that way she could rely on herself - and besides, she didn't like getting lost, although it seemed hard to get lost in this town, since it was pretty small. It only had a few thousand residents, not counting a lot of the students who attended the boarding school from other parts of the country, and sometimes the world! Melissa hoped she could meet someone from another country - now that would be really cool! Maybe they would teach her another language. She knew a few words of German, Spanish, Latin, and Chinese, since those were very important languages, but she'd love to actually learn the languages. Why not?
Her barreling train of thought charged through her mind as she took in views of the stores, shops, and restaurants that lined Pallet's streets. She just had so many thoughts, so many ideas, that it was difficult to remain focused - that's how Melissa liked to explain her constant fidgiting, high-speed and cheerful rambling, and her inability (without medicine) to stay focused for more than a few minutes at a time. Today, fortunately, she had taken her medication, so she was reasonably calmer, and able to focus for much longer stretches. It didn't do anything to diminish her playful, naive, and overtly cheerful personality, though, or her constant desire to learn, and so Melissa looked at everything with a keen interest.
But then she saw the ice cream shop. Or was it shoppe, spelled fancily with the extra 'p' and 'e' on the end? No, it seemed more like a shop, but it was cute. The outside was white and blue, and upon seeing the sign that proclaimed that they sold fifty different flavors, Melissa was ready to enter. She nodded, agreeing with her judgment that ice cream was delicious and she wanted some. She walked in, and heard the tinkling of bells overhead as the door swung open to permit her entrance.
"Mew..." Melissa breathed out in amazement at the wall of flavors behind the counter. She saw a blond-haired boy, but he wasn't of her concern just yet - she had to pay attention to all of the magical delicious options advertised on the back wall. She saw many appealing (and some less appealing) flavors that she was interested, but decided what she wanted rather quickly - she didn't like to put too much thought into decisions that were not of vital importance, because that meant waiting for something that was probably good, and she didn't like delaying good things, or fun things either! She stepped up to the counter and spoke while reading off of the menu.
"I'd like a Black and Blue Berry Blast with strawberries and chocolate sauce, and -- ooh, and M&Ms please! Yum! Doesn't that sound good, mew?" She finally managed a full look at the boy serving, and noted that he was wearing a dress. Not just any dress, either - a frilly, pink and white dress. She stared, but only with amused interest. "Wow. I like your dress. It's kind of cute, and pink. I like pink. And it's fluffy, I like fluffy things too. Do you normally wear dresses? I mean, it's kind of funny, mew. I mean, mew, guys don't normally wear dresses, but hey, 'to each his own,' right, mew?" As she progressed, her words came out faster, as though trying to keep up with her thoughts, which was a difficult thing to do. Once she finished, she giggled, putting a hand up to her mouth to try and restrain herself. But he did look pretty funny - what else was she supposed to do?
Summary: [/i] Mew is wandering around town, has some rambling thoughts and impressions, and then discovers the most important aspect of the town: Vanillite, the ice cream shop. She enters and orders a yummy ice cream, and then notices her server's unusual costume. She compliments it, mentions that it's odd for a boy to be wearing a dress, and then giggles/rambles a little. Comments:[/i] Oh man this post. Love it. xP <3 Mew is adorable, and I'm not sure how Nick will react to her odd speech, but yes. I had to comment on Nick's attire with Mew. Bart wouldn't be nearly as much fun. xD [/blockquote]
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Nick Alaric
Language Arts
Foreign Language - Japanese Senior (Grade 12)
Posts: 79
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Post by Nick Alaric on Jul 17, 2011 21:51:26 GMT -5
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But Nick wouldn't call this a 'normal basis'. And upon seeing a younger girl bounce in, he could feel himself release a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. However... a young girl usually meant a mother would accompany her. Drat. Luckily for him, no parental unit followed after the child. "I'd like a Black and Blue Berry Blast with strawberries and chocolate sauce, and -- ooh, and M&Ms please! Yum! Doesn't that sound good, mew?" Nick, who normally would've done something fancy to serve the customer, instead opted to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
However, as he leaned over to grab a scoop of the flavor she had requested, he was reminded of just how short the outfit was as it rode even further up the back of his thigh. Yeah, he was pretty sure that by the end of the day, everyone would be able to point out that his black briefs didn't match the pink dress. He sighed before standing up straight with the cup of ice cream in his hand.
As he turned around the add the toppings she had asked for, he visibly flinched as she pointed out his attire. "Wow. I like your dress. It's kind of cute, and pink. I like pink. And it's fluffy, I like fluffy things too. Do you normally wear dresses? I mean, it's kind of funny, mew. I mean, mew, guys don't normally wear dresses, but hey, 'to each his own,' right, mew?" And Nick couldn't help but laugh as she asked if he 'normally wore dresses'. Uh yeah, when he was four he would. But here he was, a nineteen-year-old, wearing a pink dress with frills.
"Trust me, if I had a say in things, I wouldn't be wearing this." he assured the girl before glancing down at the counter. Curse his height. He hoped to whoever was in high power that he wasn't flashing anyone his briefs. That'd be even worse. And leave it to Iori and her friends to make things worse. "Nicky~" her voice sang out. Nick didn't even honor that with a response. There were a chain of giggles before Iori continued. "You'll wanna watch the back of that dress," she pointed out before turning back to her friends and whispering among her girlfriends.
Nick stood up straight, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Dammit, Iori! he thought bitterly, grabbing a plastic spoon, sticking it into the ice cream and setting it on the counter in front of the girl who had ordered. "That'll be two-fifteen, please," he said, plotting to dump ice water on Iori once they got back to school grounds. "And... let's not mention this to anyone else, okay?" his voice became quieter as he requested for the girl not to go explaining to her friends that 'there was a boy wearing a dress in the ice cream shop'. | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB] | | Letting my broken wings flap I'll show them everything disappearing One day, I'll meet my end Up until the final bell stops tolling |
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Melissa Matthews °
Science and Technology
Genetics Freshman (Grade 9)
"We are no different from one another."
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Jul 22, 2011 15:47:18 GMT -5
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." -- E.E. Cummings Melissa watched the boy scoop out her ice cream with wide, sparkling eyes. She didn’t really notice his discomfort as he moved about in his pink, frilly dress, because obviously the ice cream that he was handling was far more important than whatever he had chosen to wear that day. Mew always thought that people could do whatever they want as long as it didn’t hurt anyone, physically or mentally. It seemed like that was a reasonable enough request, at least to her. He laughed when she asked about his dress-wearing habits, and so she assumed, as she smiled back, that he normally did not wear such attire like he was now.
She tilted her head to the side as he replied that if he had any say, he wouldn’t be wearing the dress. “Then why are you wearing it? That seems sort of silly.” She commented casually. She heard a sing-songy voice call out to her server – whom she now knew was called Nicky (or was it Nick?) - teasing him about the length of his dress. He stood up straight and Melissa decided not to tell him that she had seen his black underwear in his sudden movement. It seemed that the embarrassment was the point of his ensemble, and she felt bad for laughing earlier. She wrinkled her nose briefly toward the giggling girl and her friends. There was no need for her behavior, even if she did seem to be the source of Nick’s discomfort.
She was quickly distracted, however, by the appearance of her luscious blue and purple ice cream with red strawberries and liquid chocolate across the top, not to mention the scattered pieces of M&Ms. Nick pushed the ice cream toward her and asked for two dollars and fifteen cents. She tilted her head slightly in confusion, her pigtails following the movement. “Are you sure it’s not two-fifty? I added the M&Ms, and that’s a little extra.” She asked as she did the math in her head. It also included the tax, but it was always possible she was wrong. She didn’t mind admitting it – it just didn’t happen all that much when your IQ was 140 points.
He murmured to her that she was to forget the incident, and she shrugged. “Ok. Am I not supposed to mention it to anyone at Pallet High? Is that where you go, too? I’m a freshman this year. It’s so exciting!” She smiled broadly as she pulled out her pale pink, silver sequined wallet and pulled three dollars from within it. Now that she had idea in her mind, though, her mouth took off running. “Do you go there? What do you study? Is it a nice school? It looks like a nice school. Do you like it? Are there mean people there?” She spoke lightly and quickly as she placed the money on the counter. She intended to have all of her questions answered, and she made this point clear by leaning on the counter (off to the side, so she wouldn’t get in the way of future customers) and starting to eat her ice cream. She moaned with pleasure as she took the first bite. “This ish good.” She added between bites. “Whasyer favorite flavor?”
Summary: [/i] Melissa shows her displeasure at Nick's not-nice friends by wrinkling her nose. Then she gets her ice cream and tries to correct the price (if you want it to be wrong that's ok, just moving the action forward a bit). She asks Nick if he goes to PHS and that leads to a waterfall of questions and other shenanigans. She leans on the side of the counter, out of the way of other customers, and starts talking to him and eating her ice cream. Comments:[/i] Hee hee hee, Mew is persistant. ;3 And she talks with her mouth full. Bad Melissa! xD [/blockquote]
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Nick Alaric
Language Arts
Foreign Language - Japanese Senior (Grade 12)
Posts: 79
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Post by Nick Alaric on Jul 29, 2011 21:21:42 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://www.commentnation.com/hotlinks/argyle_pattern_background_yellow_seamless.gif), btable][cs=5][atrb=style, width:100px; height: 100px] | Words: 527 Tags: Melissa Lyrics: Redemption - Gackt Notes: ---- | [atrb=style, width: 15px] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: FFF205] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: 000000] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: c627ff] | [atrb=style, width: 3px; background-color: A7F2EB] | [atrb=style, width: 65px] | [atrb=style, height: 340px; background-color: FFF205; border: 4px dotted #000000; opacity: 0.59] “I lost a bet,” he replied very simply. “It was something I was good at, too. Seriously, answer me this: how does a singer lose a lyrics contest? Seriously, that’s totes ridik,” Nick huffed, blowing his bangs away from his crystal blue eyes. When they landed right where they had been in the first place, he shook his head, only to throw the lacy headband to the tiled floor. With a heavy sigh, he squatted to pick it up, momentarily becoming shorter than the coolers that held all the various flavors of ice cream. As he straightened up again, he reluctantly placed it back on his head, taking care to position it just right. Hey, even if he didn’t like it, he’d like to at least have a little class.
As the girl corrected him, he redid the math in his head and found that she had been right. Huh, maybe he was losing it. Or maybe this outfit was sapping him of his intelligence. Whichever the case, he shrugged it off. “My bad, it’s two-fifty. Thanks,” he said, entering the numbers on the register and taking out two quarters to return to the girl. Suddenly, as she began to ask a torrent of questions, Nick found himself fighting to keep up with them all. Oh goodness. Of all the females he knew in his life, he didn’t think he had met one who asked so many questions in such rapid succession. He knit his eyebrows together, doing his best to keep all the questions in his memory. As he parted his lips to speak, he fought to remember the very first question.
“Especially not to anyone at Pallet High,” he said, totally serious. “And yes, I do go there. That’s why I’d much prefer this not getting out. Believe it or not, I’m kind of a celebrity there… in my own head,” he added on the last part jokingly. Nick paused for a moment, trying to recall her other questions. He made an odd face with one eye squinting and the other eye wide as he thought. Upon remembering, his face assumed its usual appearance. “I’m majoring in Japanese and minoring in Vocal Performance,” he explained, “Yes it’s a nice school, and I’m okay with it, but I’d prefer Japan, to be completely honest. As for rude people, trust me, there are plenty.” He was pretty sure he covered all her questions. “And Daiquiri Ice is my favorite flavor,” he finished, motioning to the light green ice cream that had hardly been touched in its container.
It saddened him to see that so few people liked it. Then again, that meant more for him, right? Totes. Taking notice that she had leaned against the counter and no other customer was coming in, he decided that chatting for a bit wouldn’t be too terrible. Besides, it was better than listening to Iori and her friends tease him. So, he leaned against the back counter. No harm in conversing. “So, what about you? What do you plan on majoring in?” he asked, continuing the conversation.
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Melissa Matthews °
Science and Technology
Genetics Freshman (Grade 9)
"We are no different from one another."
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Aug 16, 2011 8:30:54 GMT -5
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." -- E.E. Cummings Mew took another spoonful of her ice cream and nodded sagely as Nick told her he had lost a bet. That made sense - he didn’t seem very comfortable in his attire. Of course, if he had been more comfortable, maybe he wouldn’t mind wearing the outfit. She’d heard there were cross-dressers, not that her father had let her see any, or if she had, he had certainly not informed her they were there. But she didn’t think that was the case. It didn’t take a high IQ to see that he was irritated and uncomfortable. He asked her grumpily how a singer could lose a lyric contest and she shrugged. “Bad day, maybe?” She suggested, but she really didn’t have an idea of how he could lose. Besides, it seemed like a rhetorical question, so she didn’t really have to answer. He shook his hair - apparently to organize it - and ended up losing his lacy headband. With a sigh, he squatted down to retrieve the headpiece. Melissa leaned a little more over the counter, vaguely curious, but leaned back to her previous position as he rose up again.
“It must be cold, mew.” Mew commented as she swallowed another bite of ice cream, flicking her eyes down to the short skirt for a moment. “Too bad you work in an ice cream shop.” She accepted the fifty cents, not even acknowledging that he had done his math incorrectly - it was all right now, so there was no need to rub in that he had made a mistake. Mistakes happened, so she couldn’t be bothered with making it a bigger deal than it really was.
Nick’s face became serious as he told her not to tell anyone at Pallet High School, and she nodded, but grinned widely. He did go to the school! She had already made a new friend who went to her school, oh boy! Ooh, and he said that he was a celebrity! In his own mind, but still, that was exciting! She didn’t know any celebrities before now, but now she knew one. How exciting was that? He added that he was majoring in Japanese and minoring in Vocal Performance. Those were both really interesting to her, but she had never tried either of them. Melissa listened raptly as he also said that there were rude people, but the school was nice, though he himself would prefer Japan.
“Japan is cool, I wouldn’t mind visiting someday. I wouldn’t mind seeing the whole world, though, so that would be just another stop. Why Japan?” She asked him eagerly, curious about his opinion. “That’s so cool that you’re majoring in Japanese. And Vocal Performance is cool, too. Do you sing all the time? That sounds like fun, mew! I like to sing, but most people tell me to be quiet when I start singing, but I guess it’s because I haven’t been professionally trained.” She finished seriously, as though she considered the school’s vocal program professional training. She shrugged as she took another bite of ice cream.
When Nick indicated his favorite flavor of ice cream - Daquiri Ice - she looked over to the nearly untouched pale green substance. “It looks interesting,” She commented. “Can I taste some?” She had never heard of - much less tried - Daquiri Ice, but it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? And besides, worst case scenario, she could always just toss it away if she didn’t like it.
She looked up at him with bright eyes as he asked what she was majoring in, and she responded with easy enthusiasm, “Genetics. Maybe it’s not as exciting as Japanese or singing to you, but I think it sounds amazing, mew! Doesn’t it sound fascinating? I’ve always been interested in genes and how they make us who we are. Well, at least physically, although it would be cool if they affected personalities! Though I think that’s mostly up to us, don’t you?” She smiled widely as she took another bite of ice cream, curious about his opinion once again - she liked to get multiple sides of an issue, since it helped her get a clear perspective so she could make her own opinion.
She was already deciding that ice cream had been a good idea - there were nice people (and tasty ice cream!) inside, and so she was glad she had come in.
Summary: [/i] Melissa sympathizes a bit with Nick's plight, then gets excited when she's realized she found a fellow student. She thinks what he does is interesting, and asks him about Japan/Japanese and then comments on singing. She asks to try a taste of Daquiri Ice, just to see what it's like, and then rambles about Genetics for a bit. Comments:[/i] Got it up~ :] [/blockquote]
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