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[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

"Nothing for the rest of the day for me. I'm prettty much just here for the scenery until last bell."

Chantelle nodded and smiled.
She looked at him again and realised that she recognised him.
She was sure that she'd seen him at lunch time!

"What about you, though? Surely you've got a good reason for cutting class?

She watched his expression.

"Pas de raisons.. no reasons... I do not wish to be learning the physics. The teacher he is ... well he does not like me... and the students... "

She sighed, thinking of James and Devin.

"Ils ne sont plus a mon gout...it is complicated.. complique... "

She tried to clarify, realising that when agitated she naturally relapsed into her French, making the disguise of so-called skill of the English language un-necessary.

".. If not we better move, those kiss-ass hall monitors will show up and give you a hard time..."

She looked at him not understanding.

".. kiss ass..?... who is hall monior... ? I do not understand.. "

This place was feeling more foreign to her by the minute as she looked enquiringly at her companion.

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

".. kiss ass..?... who is hall monior... ? I do not understand.. "

He stood with a clean motion, his years in the dojo had clearly taught him how to move. He kneeled and scooped up his satchel, slipping the laptop into the center compartment before turning to her with a light grin. If she didn't understand, she probably didn't have an excuse. He shrugged and offered her his hand, to help her up, his voice altering in pitch, a bit higher, he adapted her accent quite well, considering he spoke no french.

"Eel nuu son plooz mon goot...it is complicated.. complikay... "

His lips quirked back into that little grin, and he met her gaze directly.

"Come on, we'd best move. I know of a place nobody'll find us, we can hide there until you're ready to go next period. "

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle watched as Issac stood and packed his things away.
Without thinking she took his hand and allowed him to raise her from where she was seated.

She looked quizzically as he did a good imitation of her;

"Eel nuu son plooz mon goot...it is complicated.. complikay... "

His eyes were on hers.
Did he realise what she'd said, or was he merely mimicking? Either way she was amused.
She had no chance to question, before he extended his hand again, hurrying her to decision.

"Come on, we'd best move.
I know of a place nobody'll find us, we can hide there until you're ready to go next period. "

Chantelle did not understand the need to hide, nor did she know what her classes were, only that the physics lesson she was deliberately avoiding was now in progress.
Non, the less, Issac had an aura of urgency, so Chantelle put her hand in his and let her draw her away from the field.

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

His hands were warm, and dry. The skin was not rough, but not quite soft, either. His grip on her hand was light, and lasted only as long as her reticence to follow. When he felt assured she was moving with him, he let her hand go with a light squeeze, and without all the appearance of a sauntering cat he strolled easily through the quad.

His casual air of confidence and purpose as much a camouflage as the indirect route he took. The pair slipped past the open hallway, through the main courtyard. The scenery changing as they approached the back of the campus, and the 20 yard screen of trees that hid the road from their school grounds.

He led Chantelle to a worn, chain-link fence and followed it until they reached a tree. One of the branches had grown just a short way over the fence itself. It was thick, and weighed down by its own leaves, bringing a few inches closer. Isaac glanced around cautiously a moment, checking for any signs of teachers. Then he made a graceful jump and caught ahold of the lower, thick branch.

He hauled his lean frame up with ease, clearly familiar with this, or similar excercises. His pack was lowered to the ground on the other side of the fence with caution. Then he returned, leaning down and bracing himself with his other hand, offering her a hand up to the branch if she needed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle allowed herself to be urged along, then kept pace alongside him as they crossed the quad.
She saw his casual air and tried to mimick his demeanour, but in truth she did not understand the need for concealment, or flight.
She followed as they moved on to the back of the campus and out towards the back of the school grounds.
She followed the fence until they reached the tree, which was obviously the object of their endeavours.

Chantelle watched as Issac lithely jumped onto the lower branch.
She watched as he lowered is pack down on the other side of the fence.
She looked up incredulously as he leaned down offering her his hand.
Merde... was she supposed to do the same?
The indecision was momentary.
She took his hand and hauled herself up.
She watched him jump down and lowered herself carefully beside him.

Her smile was triumphant.
She had done it!
But... what was it exactly she had done?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle looks round with a start as Elis lands beside them.

"So where are you going? Ou allez-vous?"

Chantelle takes a close look at the girl and wonders what has upset her. She sees Chantelle's curious gaze and misinterprets it.

"Am I interrupting someting? If I am, I can just walk to Burger King or something...,"

Chantelle takes a step towards the girl and asks;

"Elis, qu'est-ce qui ce passe? C'est ton jouet, Eric, c'est ...?"

Chantelle tries desperately to guess what has happened to her friend.

"I can go on my own, I know way..If you want to be alone,"

Chantelle sees the wink and grins, giving Elis a quick hugg.

"Je ne sais pas ou on va.
Il faul fuir, il me dit, pourque les halls monitors seraient faches..."

She turns seeing Issac beside her again.

"L'Amerique... it is not so good no?"

She asks Elis quietly thinking that her companion has had even less luck than she herself...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chantelle Dubois

Chantelle looks in surprise as Elis sobs.
She holds her friend and listens to the garbled outpouring...
She murmurs comforts..

"Il a fait quoi?.. non.. si tu ne veux pas dire.. mais... calmes- tois au moins.... oui.. je le sais.... oublies Eric.. oui.. ce n'est pas vaux la peine... oui.. les americains!... J'en ai marre aussi... "

She glances at Issac, pinking slightly at the general tirade against American men...
She looks at him imploringly, hoping that he will make a suggestion, give aid...

"Elis... vraiment... calmes- toi... ce n'est que le premier jour ici..."

She looks round... hoping that they have not drawn attention to themselves, sure that Elis' weeping could have been heard beyond the fence they had scaled.
Turning to Issac Chantelle asks;

"There is a place we can go..? Somewhere quiet ... ?"

A reassuring arm about the still sobbing girl, Chantelle soothes.

"It will be better... tu verras.. there must be someone we can go to.... someone who is to help foreign students ... we will find out what we must do... how we must be... les regles, ils sont fous... "

She catches Elis' eye and giggles;

"Aussi fous que les Americains eux-memes!"

 

[Gorath_00]

OOC: Was vacationing, over the weekend. So there. Didnt post.

IC:James walks up into his apartment, closing the door behind him, as well as leaving another school day, and another problem, as well.

He walks over to the answering machine.. no messages.

Why is it that people only call when they want somthing?

Walking over to his big armchair, he lays his bookbag beside it, rummaging through it, grabbing a few books to study. He flips on the TV and goes back and forth between CNN and BBC America. Hmm. BBC is playing a European comedy. I always love those... ever since I saw Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail when I was twelve.

He pops open a book and reviews some of the chapter, and some formulas...

 

[Ecclesiastic Jack]

Isaac was...unsure of how to respond. He lay there on the side support of the branch, the sun catching a gleam through the leaves and sending a shaft of light through the tresses of his raven-black hair. He watched the other, more.....fickle...exchange student return...he had not gotten her name before. And then, with some perplexed consternation he watched her breakdown into tears and near hysterics.

He made prepare to return to their side of the fence and help console the poor, obviously distraught girl when Chantelle took matters firmly in hand. That's when they started up the french. That's where he lost 'em both. A few moments passed when he simply focused on body language, guessing that whatever episode had possessed the other student had passed.

He heard his name mentioned, and he thought he might have gotten a few other things. Rick and Football, for instance. That had a definitive connection. Still, all in all he missed quite the majority of it. Still, he understood when they both stood up and began looking around nervously.

It was time to get back over the fence, and out of site. There was a slight frown at the edges of his mouth as he realized he might potentially be opening up his secret haven to anyone these two, very attractive, young ladies might fancy. Considering some of the activities he endorsed, that could lead to so embarassing situations.

Well, you only live once, and he was good at finding solitude in other places. The crisp outline of his body folded as he again knelt upon the branch, offering them each in turn a hand up and help over, should they wish to come.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Over to you "Elis".

Taking Chantelle out of here.

I'm losing track which side of the fence I'm on, not to mention timescale!

Anyone interested in playing with a Chantelle-like charrie PM me.

Happy hunting Astralkiss!

DM

 

[Gorath_00]

OOC: Thinks he will leave, too. I am not so much interested in this thread, although I enjoy reading it, so keep it up, lol!