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Post by Levy Ames on Aug 31, 2007 13:39:53 GMT -5
She had finally settled in, even met someone she could stand, maybe this place wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be, maybe it'd actually be a good opportunity like her foster parents said it'd be.
It was a lazy day and she was bored at the house when Sherryl came and kicked her out "go out, have fun!" she'd said "be a kid" Lev just rolled her eyes and begrudgidly took her bag and headed out the house and wandered the streets of Twin Lakes.
She was thinking about her past, and debating whether or not she'd missed it. When she finally came to she found herself at the highschool.
It was a nice looking school modern. She found a seat in the courtyard and sat looking around.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Aug 31, 2007 13:55:04 GMT -5
Jean-Paul screeched into a parking place at the high school, sliding his motorcycle sideways into its place and leaving a black tire scorch and the smell of burnt rubber. He took off his helmet, cursing the law that said everyone under the age of twenty-one was forced to wear a helmet when riding on a motorcycle. If he was at the age where he could join the armed forces then he should be able to drive down the street without a helmet. It merely made sense, bullets flying at his head were safe, but driving down the street was so dangerous it required a law for it. Whatever.
Huffing and muttering in Québécois, Jean-Paul checked her hair once more; it was still perfect. Like always. He tossed his helmet onto the seat of his bike, it had his name on it, if someone stole it he’d find them. Who many Jean-Paul Beaubiers were there in this tiny town. He was missing Montreal already, everyone and their dog thought he was French. It was enough to drive him insane, he was French-Canadian, not French, he had never even BEEN to France.
Quickly the teen shook his dark head, it would do no good to aggravate himself when there was no one to take it out on. Bright blue eyes looked around as he began walking up towards the school, looking like a GQ model right off the runway. Always perfect. Always. “Bonjour.” He nodded his head to the young Rebel, Goth, Punk, or whatever they were being called now-a-days. He was only being polite, besides she was the only one here to speak with. She might be entertaining. Just what Jean-Paul was looking for.
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Post by Levy Ames on Aug 31, 2007 14:10:17 GMT -5
Lev had been sitting alone and in silence for a good twenthy minutes, in that time she had pulled out her book and began to read. She was on the part where Holden asks the cab driver about the ducks when she heard a voice.
Lev lifted a brow at the french. She instantly knew the kind of guy he was,by looking at him. Perfect hair, skin, teeth, all the right clothes a prep, an elite. "Hi" she said looking up the sun in her eyes. He was bieng nice so she decided to follow his lead.
"vous allez à cette école?" she asked with her knowledge of the french language, she wasn't fluent, but knew enough to get by, now if you were talking to her fast, she couldn't understand but talk to her as if you were talking to a toddler, and she got it.
She waited for Mr. Perfect's response, she was sure he knew english.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Aug 31, 2007 14:26:01 GMT -5
Jean-Paul’s grin lit up, it had been forever since he’d spoken proper French with someone other than Raymond. “Oui, je.” He nodded his head, walking up to her and standing by her side, watching the girl. “Vous savez le français?” Obviously, she knew French, she was speaking it, but it was always best to clarify whether she spoke the language or had merely taken classes in Jean-Paul’s native language. He glanced around, still seeing no one. Either classes had gotten out (then why was his cell phone silent?) or they were still in progress (so why was this girl not in class?). “Je Suis Jean-Paul Beaubier. Quel est votre nom?” He kept his words slow and pronounced them clearly, just in case.
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Post by Levy Ames on Aug 31, 2007 14:42:25 GMT -5
Lev closed her book and put it down. "Je parle un peu, assez pour passer ma grand-mère est française" Lev said, she noticed his composure change once she spoke in his native tongue. "mon nom est Levy" she continued getting up to shake his hand. Her french accent wasn't too bad, at least she didn't think so.
"pourquoi êtes vous pas dans la classe" she wondered aloud.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Aug 31, 2007 14:50:29 GMT -5
“J'emballe des motos.” Jean-Paul explained, waiving a hand towards his motorcycle, a Suzuki Hayabusa GSXR1300, the fastest motorcycle on the planet. “Les grands-mères sont les professeurs merveilleux.” He joked as if he would know, he’d been bounced around by foster families until Raymond had taken him in. “Je ne sais pas. Je ne suis pas éveillé autour de cette heure, normalement.” He explained his night owl activities. “Pourquoi n'êtes-vous pas dans la classe?” He asked with a smirk, cocking a high-arched eyebrow at the girl.
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Post by Levy Ames on Aug 31, 2007 15:11:21 GMT -5
She was lost in thought of her grandmother a bit "nice bike" she said dropping the french for a bit.
"le grand-mère sont les professeurs merveilleux, quand ils sont sobres" she rolled her eyes. "J'ai vécu avec elle pendant une année avant que j'aie été envoyé au soin adoptif." she didn't know why she told him this, it was so personal, and they'd just met but she did none the less. "Je suis nouveau ici, je ne suis pas même enregistré encore"
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 1, 2007 21:53:37 GMT -5
"Thank you." Jean-Paul said with a cocking grin, glancing at his bike. Levy obviously didn't know much about bikes if that was all she had to say about it, but he let it slide. No one could know everything, not even Jean-Paul. He slide his language smoothly to English then back to Joul. He nodded, agreeing with Levy's first statement. He catagorized her, Goth borderline emo. "Oui, les grands-mères sont les professeurs merveilleux quand il n'y a aucune bouteille autour. Services adoptifs?" He quirked a high arched eyebrow, problem child adding to his mental list of Levy though his outward dememor did not change. "Je me rappelle les ouvriers sociaux." He grinned, remembering all the problems he'd caused his foster parents, before Raymond. "Trouvez jamais un qui n'était pas un morceau de détritus?"
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 2, 2007 11:04:32 GMT -5
"Oui, soin adoptif. Je l'ai détesté, vous étais dans le soin adoptif aussi?" Lev said remembering the horrible homes she'd been placed in. "Je suis allé à quatre avec deux travaux assignés à l'abri" she told him. She too caused plenty of problems for her foster families, from fights to fires she was quite the menace. "mon grand-mère était le plus mauvais cependant" she said a bit absent mindedly as she thought of the crap her grandmother put her through, speaking only french when she could barely understand it (which is how she learned so quickly) and making her her personal slave, letting her boyfriend have his way with her also. Though she had to hand it to her, she taught her to be tough
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 2, 2007 12:33:11 GMT -5
“Oui j'étais. Mes parents sont morts dans un accident d'avion.” Jean-Paul explained it as a fact, not something that could cause emotional damage. He was six when it had happened and knew the Matines were not his real parents to begin with, so it was upsetting, for they were good people, but this was over a decade later, it was something he had given up being depressed about. “Sept ans. J'étais dans les maisons adoptives pour cela long.” He held up seven fingers to demonstrate. “Alors Raymond (un ouvrier social) m'a adopté. Il est un bon homme, même si il n'est pas à la maison souvent.” He grinned, thinking of his latest adoptive father. “Il est un bon homme.” He repeated, for Raymond was a good man. “N'est-il pas étrange? Que nous deux devrions nous trouver.” He clarified, looking around then grinning at Levy. “Après tout, combien d'enfants vivent en cette ville. Alors combien est-ce que d'entre eux parleraient français?”
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 2, 2007 12:41:12 GMT -5
Lev thought, it had been 7 years for her also almost 8. Her own mother hadn't died, but she was as good as dead to her anyway. And her father? He wasn't even worth the mention.
"C'est destin, doit être, là doit être raison de nous Jean" she said simply. "mes nouveaux parents adoptifs sont assez grands eux-mêmes, ceux-ci sont des gardes, jusqu'à ce que j'aie 18 ans de toute façon" she told him and sighed. She was running out of things to say to keep the boy entertained, and she didn't want to go deep into the conversation about being a troublesome foster child. She waited for him to speak.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 2, 2007 12:54:48 GMT -5
“Destin? Êtes-vous si sûr? Si vous étiez un garçon je pourrais vous prendre vers le haut sur une sélection vers le haut de ligne comme cela, mais vous devrez essayer plus dur.[/I” He kidded with her and came out in the same sentence. Jean-Paul made a face as his name was shortened then shook his head. “Mon nom est Jean-Paul, pas Jean. Je sais que une femme appelée Jean et me ne suis rien comme elle ainsi ce n'est pas un compliment.” He added the last bit with a small bard, Jean was not a nice woman. She was constantly making innuendos as to his relationship with Raymond, not a nice woman at all.
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 2, 2007 13:34:36 GMT -5
"désolé" Lev said for Shorting his name, it was just a friendly thing, but mentally noted to never do it again. "ainsi, vous aimez des garçons? j'aussi une autre chose que nous partageons en commun," she smiled.
She didn't care whether or not Jean-Paul was gay, after all she had gay tendencies, kissing girls and what not. She had always been open about showing and recieving affection, she didn't care what the gender was.
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Post by Jean-Paul Beaubier on Sept 2, 2007 14:48:16 GMT -5
Jean-Paul laughed and nodded his head. “Pour être lunt: Oui, j'aime des garçons.” He grinned and shook his head. “Son bien.” He replied when she apologized. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but comparing him to Jean was just, he shuddered mentally, bad. The only thing he and the woman shared was their disposition towards the male gender. “Soyez averti, Je ne partage pas bien.” He joked with her, before glancing at his watch. “L'école sera dehors bientôt. Voulez-vous faire quelque chose?” He’d leave what they did up to her if she accepted, he was game for anything.
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Post by Levy Ames on Sept 7, 2007 11:14:19 GMT -5
Lev thought to herself, what else was there to do but read her book for the thousandth time? so she agreed to go with Jean-Paul "sûr, j'aimerais à ce qui vous ont à l'esprit ?" she asked him and hoped that he had an idea of what to do. She barely knew the town and what excitements it had to offer. The only place she knew was the mall, and how exciting was that? Jean-Paul seemed like the thrill seeker type and she didn't want to bore him, the only thing she knew to do was party and get stoned, not exactly what he'd be looking for...
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