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| Topic Started: Aug 29 2008, 05:10 PM (269 Views) | |
| Yulia Orlova | Aug 30 2008, 05:42 PM Post #11 |
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How surprising. This little girl was smart enough to mimic the behavior of Westerners, even though she still inserted bows and other such things into her little retinue. It was entertaining, to say the least. Very entertaining to see her try to deny the stereotype, and doing so well at it, but it would make it seem even more glorious to see her fail and falter on it. Yulia would be watching her closely. "Why, we're looking forward to meeting and learning with you as well," Yulia continued to grin at her. "Surely, you aren't from here. Which country are you from?" Yulia added, just for that extra bit of snark. |
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| Madeline Conrad | Aug 30 2008, 05:46 PM Post #12 |
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Madeline just sat and watched the pair of girls speak with each other. She wasn't the politically savvy sort, but she knew that something wasn't right with these two. The fat blonde spoke to the tiny foreigner with such obvious derision, even though she tried to pretty it up with feigned hospitality and friendliness. This year, indeed, would be an interesting one. And when more girls came to this school, the battle lines would soon have to be drawn. Madeline would continue to observe these girls all the more as she decided which lines she would play upon - which ones would give her the most advantage in her life of social climbing. |
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| Annie Wilkes | Aug 30 2008, 06:25 PM Post #13 |
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Annie became quickly fascinated by the new girl which was a good thing as she would have immediately hated Madeleine. It would have been best for her to keep ignoring the girl should something happen and Annie's temper had quite a terror at home and there was no hiding it here, different accents or else. She felt a little out of place being clearly the only American there but not so much as she normally would have. She felt proud of her heritage in fact surrounded by these foreigners and wanted to know more about them. She was especially excited about the Oriental girl who seemed so intelligent and well bred that she probably had no use of a school as Annie did. She attempted a bow back at the girl, forgetting all about her dirty fingers and nearly stumbled over herself in doing so. She smiled broadly and stuck out her hand in attempts to make the girl feel at home. The others weren't doing such a good job of that she thought. "Hi, I'm Annie. And I'm not from around here either. We're all very excited you're here! What's it like where you're from? I've never been so far away from home before and I'm sure it's very exciting. Please, do tell everything!" She bubbled over, almost forgetting the others were even there. It was exciting to her that such a strange girl would even be there talking to her and the others like ordinary people let alone being so pleasant about it. And she had never seen such a beautiful gown of hers if not only in books or drawings. |
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| Madeline Conrad | Aug 30 2008, 06:36 PM Post #14 |
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Madeline's attention was quickly changed from the small girl from the Orient, to the loud, boisterous American. How typical. It was from her accent, which was harsher than the braying of asses to Madeline's ears, which immediately gave it away. Nevermind the fact that Yulia had an accent that was strange in it's own right - this one had one that was way worse. At least the small Oriental girl had something that Madeline could become used to. 'Too emotional,' Madeline thought to herself. 'Uncouth. Not at all ladylike.' Madeline passed a gaze to Yulia to let her know that she wasn't at all impressed with the crew that had suddenly come over here. At least the dark one didn't say very much. |
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| Nikaido Kikuko | Aug 30 2008, 07:00 PM Post #15 |
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Was that blonde girl serious or not? Kikuko had a certain feeling in her guts that told her to be careful around this one. Of course she wasn't from around here, that was quite obvious. It made the uncomfortable feeling inside Kikuko grow. “No, I was born in Tokyo, the heart of the Japanese Empire.” She chose this more widely known term on purpose. Then a new voice joined. Loud, boisterous, somewhat obnoxious. Kikuko's aunt would have scoffed at such behavior. And what was it with holding out a hand like that? Oh those white barbarians, they had no manners. Touching. How disgusting. Though, Kikuko was not her aunt. Still, she was definitely not used to western customs in the same was her father was. He was the skilled diplomat and she was convinced that he would have handled the situation a lot better. At least this Annie was not from Great Britain as well. That was the first thing they had in common. They were both strangers, Annie most likely less than Kikuko. The Japanese girl also noticed a different accent. It didn't sound like the English she had learned in school or the one she had dealt with until now. It was... Wait... Her father had told her about his experiences in America, lots of stories about a huge country with a lot of potential. Maybe Annie was one of those Americans? It would fit to her father's explanations. Kikuko, though, felt a bit taken aback by the storm of questions and comments streaming at her from the American girl. She simply waved her right hand up and down in front of her face a few times as a sign of denial. “Oh no,” she said, “there's not much to say. Nothing really important about myself anyway.” She didn't want to throw in certain facts like: my father is the ambassador of Japan and I'm related to His Highness, the Emperor. It was far too braggy. If they would ask, she would, of course, answer. But throwing around with those things... No. |
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| Yulia Orlova | Aug 30 2008, 07:32 PM Post #16 |
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So. It was solidified. This girl was one of those Japanese that her brother was fighting against. She remembered the chatter of her servants and her father's friends - as of May, it hadn't looked too good, but Yulia wasn't about to clue this one in on that. "Oh really. That's nice. I'm from Mother Russia, and in particular, I was born in St. Petersburg," Yulia added, with a bit of false intrigue in her words. She was entertained by the fact that she was exchanging words with a girl from Japan - someone who was beyond reproach. She'd be the one to let this girl know how inferior she was in comparison with a society like Russia. She noted Madeline's look, and responded with one of her own. The only person here who she would likely be able to stomach would be this one, thus far. |
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| Darlene Samson | Aug 30 2008, 07:45 PM Post #17 |
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Darlene was caught off guard by the sudden flurry of voices and activity, just a moment ago it had been so quiet and peaceful. She looked around the group of girls that had gathered, there was such a mix of accents and appearances and apparently personalities. She had heard stories of a war between the strange countries of Japan and Russia, but it was so far away that she had never dreamed that she would meet people whose countries were involved, much less that they would be on opposing sides. It was awkward to say the least. She watched the exchange between the American girl and the Japanese and tried not to smile, American culture was one that people had to get used to slowly. She had never known many Asian people, but she had seen a number of them working on railroads that crossed the American West and from what she could tell was that they were much more withdrawn than the average American. “Well, isn’t this nice?” Darlene asked, not sure what had compelled her to speak. “Who could have guessed that such a mix of cultures would be present at our school? By the end of our education our knowledge of the will surely be greatly expanded.” She spoke calmly as if trying to sooth the tension of the group with her voice. Edited by Darlene Samson, Aug 30 2008, 08:15 PM.
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| Annie Wilkes | Aug 30 2008, 09:37 PM Post #18 |
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Annie was still overwhelmed by the differences in the girls there. She had never seen anyone look this way before and had only been used to the same old same old at home in Boston. And those in Boston were very much as same as everyone else around them. That was tiring and she was thrilled nonetheless just to meet someone from Japan no less. She almost noticed the snootiness of the other two girls but promptly ignored them. She would not let her temper get a hold of her. She had to be different here or her mother would find out and take her out of school. She had no intention of becoming the proper young lady her mother dreamed of, that was for certain. All she wanted here was to learn whatever she could and meet as many wonderful people as possible. So far at least one of those dreams was coming true and she was thrilled. No one was going to ruin her fun. "That's brilliant! Christopher Columbus, I've never dreamed I've come this far and to meet someone like you! Are you from Russia?" She couldn't hold back her enthusiasm, a shocked look coming across her face as clear as day. This was almost too much for even her to handle. She knew exactly what she wanted to write about now and couldn't wait to get started on it soon enough. Now if only she could meet more exciting girls like these that wouldn't look down on her. She was getting that feeling from the long nosed British girl easily enough. She tried not to let it phase her. Easy, Annie, she thought. No temper. No yelling on the first day. Be polite. And that was harder said than done. She had probably scared the poor Japanese girl by her barrage of questions for all she knew. "I'm from Boston. Nothing exciting ever happens there. I bet you all have such wonderful stories to tell." She said, trying to keep her face as bright she could. Politeness, manners. Include your audience, she tried to remember. Pull back while you still had a chance. But she couldn't help herself. It wasn't every day you met a beautiful girl from Japan or one from Russia either. What luck! She tried desperately to hold back a glare at the Madeleine girl but it came anyway. She hated the way her kind looked at Annie. She got that look a lot from at home as well because of her poor station and she never was one to settle with such an opinion from anyone. |
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| Madeline Conrad | Aug 30 2008, 11:49 PM Post #19 |
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This girl just continued to go on and on and on. Madeline was not impressed - at all. She continued to look more and more at the girl, watching her very movements - and found them to be so stereotypically American. So coarse and bawdy. There was no grace there, no dignity; just impulse. "Boston?" Madeline added. "Tell me, is Boston anything like some of the other cities of America, like New York? From what I hear, New York is a center of society, though I've never been. I also hear that America is largely rural," Madeline added, having to get her little bit of cynicism out of the way. |
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| Nikaido Kikuko | Aug 31 2008, 06:21 AM Post #20 |
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A Russian. Of course, that explained everything. One of those who wanted to kill her cousins and her uncle. One of those imperialist dogs that wanted to meddle in Asia. For a second Kikuko's eyes narrowed at Yulia, but then she quickly regained her composure. The army and the navy would defeat the Russians in Manchuria. She would defeat the Russian at Pennington, one way or the other. At least, she would not yield to this huge and somewhat fat blonde! Fat compared to pretty much every Japanese women she knew. “Is that so,” Kikuko replied to Yulia with a fake smile on her face. A part of her wanted to jump her and beat her up and it was certainly not the part with the imperial blood from her mother's side. A proper lady wouldn't do something like that anyway. But if she would have been Hojo Masako or even Tomoe Gozen... A pity she wasn't. Apart from that, stirring up trouble at her first day was not the smartest thing to do, no matter how she looked at it. “So let's hope for a quick and honorable end of the war,” she added politely and with a small bow. With a massive Japanese victory over you arrogant Russian dogs, Kikuko added in her thoughts. But as it was, Kikuko was really happy about the fact that there were other girls. So Annie was really an American. Boston. It rang a bell, somewhere in the back of her mind. Boston. Her father had visited it during his time in Washington. Boston. Oh yes! It clicked and Kikuko remembered. The war between the colonists and the British. There had been an incident in Boston. “Don't say that,” Kikuko remarked in addition to Annie's comment that nothing exciting ever happened in Boston. “There was the Boston Tea Party,” which, of course, had been long before Annie's birth. But still! Though, on the other hand... Way to go. Running into a haughty Russian, who seemed to be already hostile, and maybe pissing off the British with a comment about a war they had clearly lost. What a first day. Luckily there was Darlene with her neutral addition. At least somebody knew how to keep it civilized. |
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