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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 19, 2009 14:29:58 GMT -5
 --------------------------------------------Nothing serious, but of course in his book, almost nothing was too serious to stop you from doing what you loved to do, wanted to do, needed to do. He missed home where he'd spend hours in his garages, taking apart anything and everything in the garage. here he had plenty of time to sketch designs for toys and cars and other things like that, it was all he could draw really well--robots, things with nuts and bolts.
Even if he was here for engineering, the art and math of the metallic world. They had no where for him to really work. So he'd started to build in wood-shop class--after class if you wanted to technical. He wasn't designing anything in particular, but he'd managed to get a splinter in his arm and cut out a chunk of his own skin trying to get it out with tools. All in all, very stupid for someone like him.
But the nurse had managed to get the wood off and clean the blood. She left and returned with a large band aid, which Cody took from her lightly, putting it on himself. He didn't relaly like to be babied.
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 20, 2009 12:31:28 GMT -5
 spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
It was the end of the school day, and Holly had to drop by at the nurse's office to sign some papers. Papers which she had to confirm that she had recently had all the possible shots for her age. Seventeen. Stupid stuff, but it was required to keep her in school. She had been very reluctant to go, but the continual nagging emails from the nurse forced her to. She also had been very busy lately, leaving her no time to deal with what she saw as 'insignificant' to life. A great piece of philosophy.
However, unlike other days, she had free time after school to just chill. Leaving her last lesson, Holly headed off to the nurse's office. Somewhere she had not been to in years. She hated hospitals, and everything that was related to it, for example, the nurse's office. If she did not have to, then she would do anything in her power to avoid it. At least, this time, she wasn't in for a check up or anything. Moreover, Holly planned to make this visit as fast as possible as well.
As she opened the wooden door, she felt a great chill coming her way. It was a flow of air, in which had the most disgusting smell. The smell of hospitals, drugs and sick people. If this was only the nurse's hospital, she could not imagine what the hospital would be like. She did not want to even think about it either, although she did pray that she wouldn't need to have a reason to go there anytime soon. Without caring about the surrounding or the other people who were in there, Holly sat down on one of the waiting chairs in line. The nurse looked busy with something, but she couldn't be bothered to ask. Not any of her business anyways.
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 20, 2009 14:02:06 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- Cody dashed away from the nurse before she could worry about him more. he was pretty sure he'd managed to be free until she told him to sit down, she wanted to make sure he didn't have rust in his blood from the tools or anything. He sighed and dropped into a seat in the waiting room. "I'm fine, really, can't I go?" He said in English. His French was terrible, he hated French, and didn't speak it unless he had to.
Cody sat up and noticed he was sitting next to a well dressed blonde, no doubt a tuition student. It was always easy to tell, especially out of the school uniform. They always looked put together, often out of magazines. Even the ugly rich ones, they still looked like a million bucks. They probably had that much money lying around anyway.
"Hey." Cody said. he was a friendly person, he came off as quiet, but really he liked people. As long as they weren't difficult or anything.
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 20, 2009 14:21:08 GMT -5
spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
Being blanked out, Holly refused to take in what was going on around her, especially when she knew that there wasn't going to be much that had to do with her. However, her ears were pretty much open for someone calling her. She was not absolutely shut down like she hoped she would be. So when the stranger who was sitting next to her greeted her, she could not declined to turn, smile and greeted him back. "Oh, hi there." She answered back, being friendly. She did not mind making friends with strangers. It was all about having fun and after all, you do need friends to be able to enjoy your life. Hang out.
"I'm Holland, but call me Holly." She introduced herself to the guy. So maybe the nurse's office wasn't as bad as she thought. She looked at his arm, which was unavoidable as it had a eye-catching white bandage on it. Out of curiosity, she had to asked, but tried not to be rude. "So what are you here for?" She smiled sweetly again. She just had to know. Not knowing something always pisses her off, even though it is so irrelevant to her.
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 20, 2009 14:31:27 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- Cody smiled a little wider. She was being pretty friendly to him, she had to guess that he wasn't rich though, his clothes said as much. Nice, sure, but not designer, not new. But he wasn't going to complain. Finally, a tuition kid with a brain--or a heart. "Oh well, I get this giant ass splinter in my arm and then tried to get it out with a pair of big tweezers in woodshop and only made it worse." he admitted, realizing maybe he shouldn't be cursing in front of a 'lady', but whatever, she'd have to deal with it.
Not to mention he sounded like an idiot. He was actually quite smart. He was a very good art student, a good designer, a good math student. Languages and writing and history were all beyond him, but he never failed. But pulling giant splinter's out... hardly sounded smart. So she'd probably think he was dumb and poor.
"What about you?" Asked the question back, she certainly didn't look sick at all. No bleeding, no look of pain....
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 20, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
From the look, the guy was likely a scholarship student. Not that she cared. It was the last thing she would care when she talked to people, but it wasn't exactly her fault that she noticed it. as he described his incident and explained why he was here, Holly could not bare to accept the images in her head of it. She squinted and almost squeaked to the grossness of the situation. She hated hospitals enough, and now she had to imagine one of the worst things that had to go on there.
"Oh my god! She exclaimed. At the moment, it was the only words that came to her mind. The rest was undesirable. "I am so sorry. That must be horrible." She tried to be sympathetic, a rare thing for her. She also tried not to make his situation worse than what he had already, but it did not kind of work. What she knew, though, was that she was being very nice, from the heart. No bitchiness. Just a genuine feeling. Something that did not come out much in front of other privileged people.
"Ah. I'm just here to sign my papers." She explained him her reason to be here. In her mind, she was thanking god that she wasn't hurt or anything. "I really detest medical places like this." She just blurted out her feelings comfortably, only to regret. Holly wasn't the most open person in the world, but her mouth was.
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 20, 2009 15:04:58 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- He laughed brightly at her concern. "I'm find really." he'd had worse, ad he was one o those suck it up types. he didn't really complain. It didn't bother him. hell he'd have liked to just clean it and slap some band-aids on it. Holly didn't have to worry about him too.
"I hate the smell of these places, but mostly I just don't like being babied." He said with a little shrug. He understood why she wouldn't like a place like this. it made sense to him. perfect sense. Cody had always been taught to take care of himself. He had two little brothers after all, and a mother who worked with kids and a father in the army. You learned to take care of the people around you, he didn't want people looking after him.
"Oh, I'm Cody by the way." he said realizing that she'd introduced herself and he hadn't given her his name.
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 21, 2009 10:26:05 GMT -5
spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
"Are you sure?" She asked him again, while realizing that she didn't actually that know him, making herself sounding very odd. "Just take care of it anyways, okay?" She said, sounding like a mother. Another really unexpected thing from her mouth. Her personalities were always uncertain when it comes to talking to strangers. Sometimes she gets too nice, while other times, she may be very horrible.
It was kind of ironic, but Holly wasn't going to say it. She agreed with him about the smell and everything about the place, but the only thing was that she liked being 'babied'. That was what she was brought up with every second of her life, and she enjoyed it. If she didn't like hospitals, then she didn't had to go. Doctors would be brought to her house and they were forced to be the most undoctor-like as possible, just for her sake. It was a privilege, but she wasn't going to boast about it. "Yeah." She simply said.
"Oh, nice to meet you Cody." She accepted his introduction. It wasn't such a French name though, and she had to question that as well. Like said, her curiosity was a pain. "You're not French are you? I just have this feeling.."
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 21, 2009 15:16:13 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- Cody nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, I got this." he'd been hurt before, he could handle it. No problem. And he was good with following directions most times, he'd be careful with it. Was that so hard to believe?
He looked in on the nurse who smiled at him and mouthed 'just a few more minutes'. Did it really take so long to test blood? He felt fine. He was fine. Cody had always been healthy, fit... he wasn't worried about this now. it would take a lot more than a splinter to screw him up.
"Nah, I'm American. My French is terrible." Cody said with a laugh. He actually hated France and French... well, hate was a strong words, he hated school here. he was so uncomfortable. And basic things like freedom of speech... it felt weird not to have them. He made a point not to talk about politics or anything. "Are you French?"
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 22, 2009 9:35:22 GMT -5
spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
"Okay, sure." She replied simply, and made it as short as possible. She didn't want to go on and on, repeating the same question asking him whether he's alright or not. First of all, she would get the same answer every time. And second of all, it wasn't her place to ask anyways. She did not know him. She had just met him five minutes ago, and she did not want to play the mummy role.
He was American, and it all made perfect sense to her. She didn't know why, but it just did. Her theories were always right. "I bet your french isn't that terrible. And trust me, I've seen way worse." She said. Honestly, she had seen worse. The worst, probably. On holiday once, a guy tried to talk to her, and all he knew was the word 'bonjour'. An awesome experience. Holly chuckled. Did he thought she was French? Well, there wasn't much difference between a Monegasque person or a French person, was there? "No. Not exactly. My father is from Monaco, and my mother is from Germany." She explained her not so complicated roots, which sounded the opposite.
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 22, 2009 14:50:30 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- "Ah." That made sense he supposed. At the moment he couldn't remember where monaco was and figured it would be dumb to ask. He always felt dumb here. everyone here was a genius or worldly or something just as impressive.
"No, trust me, I can't pronounce anything correctly, I can read it sorta but speaking... trust me." Cody would never speak french unless he absolutely had to.
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Post by Holland Bijoux Janssen on Jun 22, 2009 15:10:07 GMT -5
spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me
"So how come you end up in France then? She asked, fidgeting with her necklace. It was kind of weird that a guy who claimed that he was 'terrible' at French would go to school in France. "Parlez en francais avec moi, s'il vous plait? You cannot be that bad, seriously." She begged him in French, hoping that at least he would understand what she meant, or else she would feel like an utter idiot.
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Post by CODY BRANDON SPEARS on Jun 23, 2009 0:36:00 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------- "I'm here because my family's not that well off and they offered me scholarships in design, art and math, and well, it would be the biggest chance anyone in my family ever got. So my mother told me to come." He said, ooking away. It sounded bad, like he was ungrateful, he wasn't, he just liked his life the way it had been.
"Je parlerais plutôt anglais," he said, his accent all wrong and his pronunciation awkward. Cody wasn't even sure if he picked the right words. He meant to say: I would rather speak English. But who knew what he really said.
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