Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 8, 2008 20:52:29 GMT -8
ooc: just because brent and i were talking on aim and i said OMG wouldnt this be ADORABLE?
so if it sucks, whatever, but everyone should participate, since we're all apart of reign, and we're all in the insanity together, right? RIGHT?
so theyre all kids, isn't that cute? just to see how they might interact. just helps practice the characters a bit
"Fuck!"
A ten year old Adrien scrunched up his eyes as he blocked the sun away from him. It glared full down between the drifting leaves of the oak, and he could already feel it burning his skin, even at the early hour. He'd been lounging against the tree for an hour or so, waiting for something exciting to come along, anything exciting really, and here it was, a blunt, random curse words spewed from the other side of the tree.
"Yeah?" he asked curiosly with his thick foreign accent. His voice still had not changed, so it sounded even less comprehendable than it did when he grew into an older man. "Is somebody there?"
The boy who'd spoken the curse word sat on the other side of the tree, his arms sorely crossed over his chest with his legs tucked underneath his body. He muttered to himself another array of words that Adrien wasn't sure he'd heard before, and this intrigued the foreign boy perhaps more.
"I'm here," the voice of the newcomer spoke aloud, light, childish, but slightly more developed in a tenor tone. The boy's head appeared around Adrien's side of the tree, topped with a trimmed array of golden hair, rare in that part of the country. "And a fucking good day to you too."
"What happened to you?" Adrien asked quietly, flinching ever so slightly from the words he was forbidden to say as if he'd said them. "It's a fantastic day-"
"Not in my bloody book," the boy answered again like a sailor. "i can't stand my Latin lessons. Latin! It's called a dead language for a reason-"
Well, after a bit of word exchanges, Adrien found the boy's name to be Andrew Baron, a proper gent in these parts at that. And soon Andrew forgot all about Latin and theology and whatever other classes he was forced to take as an upperclass son.
Turns out, Andrew made it to the country on a business trip with his father from London. Only a day or so more in this place. So he was a newcomer here to, just like the Komonsoviks.
But the two boys counted days like years, and they shook hands, moving to the same side of the tree, and were instant friends.
ooc: this first post is so crappy!!!!! lol
so if it sucks, whatever, but everyone should participate, since we're all apart of reign, and we're all in the insanity together, right? RIGHT?
so theyre all kids, isn't that cute? just to see how they might interact. just helps practice the characters a bit
"Fuck!"
A ten year old Adrien scrunched up his eyes as he blocked the sun away from him. It glared full down between the drifting leaves of the oak, and he could already feel it burning his skin, even at the early hour. He'd been lounging against the tree for an hour or so, waiting for something exciting to come along, anything exciting really, and here it was, a blunt, random curse words spewed from the other side of the tree.
"Yeah?" he asked curiosly with his thick foreign accent. His voice still had not changed, so it sounded even less comprehendable than it did when he grew into an older man. "Is somebody there?"
The boy who'd spoken the curse word sat on the other side of the tree, his arms sorely crossed over his chest with his legs tucked underneath his body. He muttered to himself another array of words that Adrien wasn't sure he'd heard before, and this intrigued the foreign boy perhaps more.
"I'm here," the voice of the newcomer spoke aloud, light, childish, but slightly more developed in a tenor tone. The boy's head appeared around Adrien's side of the tree, topped with a trimmed array of golden hair, rare in that part of the country. "And a fucking good day to you too."
"What happened to you?" Adrien asked quietly, flinching ever so slightly from the words he was forbidden to say as if he'd said them. "It's a fantastic day-"
"Not in my bloody book," the boy answered again like a sailor. "i can't stand my Latin lessons. Latin! It's called a dead language for a reason-"
Well, after a bit of word exchanges, Adrien found the boy's name to be Andrew Baron, a proper gent in these parts at that. And soon Andrew forgot all about Latin and theology and whatever other classes he was forced to take as an upperclass son.
Turns out, Andrew made it to the country on a business trip with his father from London. Only a day or so more in this place. So he was a newcomer here to, just like the Komonsoviks.
But the two boys counted days like years, and they shook hands, moving to the same side of the tree, and were instant friends.
ooc: this first post is so crappy!!!!! lol