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Post by josie marie lydon on May 31, 2010 9:37:28 GMT -5
 The courtyard was mostly empty at this time of day, aside from a few other students. Not ones that Josie would talk to, however. She was just glad that she could find a picnic table to sit at by herself, for once, to avoid all awkward conversations with people who probably had better things to do than talk to her. Josie pulled out her infamous sketchbook and a drawing pencil, flipping through her old sketches until she found a clean page. She leaned her chin on her unused hand, looking around the courtyard. Some people would find it creepy if she just sat there and drew them without them knowing, but Josie didn't think it was weird at all. If someone decided to draw her, she'd probably find it flattering rather than creepy.
Josie set her eyes on a younger looking girl all the way at the other end of the courtyard, and put her pencil down on her paper, lightly sketching. Her hazel eyes glanced up at the girl, and back down at her sketch pad. Josie made a silent grunting noise when the girl picked up her things and walked back into the school. Now she'd have to find someone else to draw. Sighing, Josie looked down at her half-finished sketch, trying to fill in the missing pieces. It was difficult without a model there for her to look at. She went back to her default, drawing strange little doodles of whatever she could think of. A cat, a half ice-cream, half badger hybrid. Random things.
Looking up, Josie had to squint her eyes to avoid being blinded by the sunlight. At least it was warm out, she thought. Warm enough to just wear the standard polo shirt that the school uniform required and get away with not wearing a sweater or jacket over top of it. She kind of hated the uniform, though she couldn't imagine anyone else actually liked it. It was restricting, and not anything like she would wear outside of school. Josie wouldn't even wear a skirt outside of school, let alone the one that she was forced to wear. Hell, Josie wasn't even comfortable with her legs enough to wear shorts in the summer time. She'd stick to skinny jeans and t-shirts any day.
Sighing, Josie leaned her face on her hand again, glad that she didn't wear makeup that would smear all over her hand and get everywhere like some girls did. She didn't find it necessary, especially during school. Who was going to be not paying attention enough to their school work to be impressed? Then again, maybe that was the reason boys didn't pay attention to her. She didn't present herself like the other girls. Sure, she combed her hair and would clip her bangs back if she let her hair curl that day, enough to make herself look decently attractive in her mind, but she wasn't concerned enough with impressing guys to take the extra time to put on makeup every day. It was just silly, in her mind. She could spend that extra time sleeping, which would be far more beneficial in the end.
word count; not sure.
tag;; caleb!
notes; Mm... nope.
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Post by caleb james renard on May 31, 2010 10:41:19 GMT -5
It had been another long day of classes for Caleb and it was finally time for a lunch break. Most kids would have looked forward to being able to relax for an hour or so and not have to be working on schoolwork. However, Caleb was not your average boy. He thrived on his assignments and when he had to stop working for something as trivial as a lunch break, he found himself to be rather irritated. Not to mention, he still had no idea how to properly relax over lunch. Generally, if he wasn't in the library reading during break, he could be found in the courtyard writing and people watching. Today, he thought it would be much nicer to be outside for break, as the weather was quite perfect for sitting in the courtyard.
Gathering up his books and papers from his desk, Caleb took off from his last classroom and made his way over towards the courtyard. As was expected, he was dressed in full on uniform. He wore this during school, after school and even sometimes on the weekends. Although, he found himself to be much less strict with his dress on weekends, sometimes foregoing the tie that went with the outfit. Toting his important things around in his small backpack, Caleb entered into the courtyard. His eyes darted about in hopes that there would be a free picnic table, but his search failed him. He did, however, find a table with a girl that he knew, although just barely. He had an excellent memory when it came to people, a skill he had learned early on with his father's teaching at the many events they had been to.
Putting on the friendliest smile he could muster, he strode across the courtyard to where Josie was seated. "Would you mind if, ah, I sat here...with you Josie?" He asked, speaking slowly so that his accent didn't come out. To be honest, he felt terribly out of place when he spoke and he tended to avoid any lengthy conversations with anyone outside of class. He knew that his accent made him different and that well, people here made fun of different. "It's okay if you'd prefer not to have my company, though. I can go...if it's...a problem," Caleb finished off, rather lamely. He nervously adjusted his tie, afraid that she might actually reject having him there. He wouldn't put it past quite a few of the people in this school to do just that.
Biting his lip anxiously, Caleb fiddled with his tie farther. It was a habit he had picked up since he had come to Lawrence and one that he found himself frequently returning to. Caleb had never been a shy boy before he had moved to Canada, but he felt so out of place here, so different. He wasn't at home amongst the regular teenagers, but amongst the more reserved group that he had been with back home in France. He was quite certain that none of the other kids here were as passionate as he was about things such as politics, which was rather upsetting to Caleb. He never got the practice that he used to anymore and he was quite off his game.
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;notes: Awh!
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Post by josie marie lydon on May 31, 2010 10:55:02 GMT -5
The doodling drew on and on, and Josie was running out of ideas. She resorted to drawing dots all over her page, and scribbles, whatever she could do to keep her pencil moving. Sure, she was boring herself into a near coma, but she had to keep drawing at least until something more exciting came along to break up the silence.
Hearing a voice, Josie looked up from her sketch pad to see a somewhat familiar face smiling at her. Josie couldn't help but smile back at the French boy. She didn't know Caleb Renard extremely well, but she had met him, and thought he was a pretty cool guy. Maybe a little awkward, but so was she at first. Either way, he was sweet. Much more polite than most people she had ran into around these halls. Aside from Lila or Greg or Gabe, she'd prefer to have Caleb's company over most of the other students.
"Sure," Josie said, a wide smile plastered on her face. She scooted over on the bench a bit, making room for him, and clearing away her random books and papers that she had thrown on top of the table without thinking. "It's okay if you'd prefer not to have my company, though. I can go...if it's...a problem." Josie smiled again. "Really, it's fine. Stop. I'm bored out here by myself," she said quietly, still smiling slightly. He was kind of adorable sometimes, she had to admit, with how kind of awkward he was. She would've loved if she was outgoing enough to just start up a conversation with him, but she honestly didn't know where to start.
After a few moments of silence, Josie looked over at Caleb, putting on a friendly smile. "How was your day?" she asked, a little quietly. Josie always had issues getting to know new people. Lila and Greg were among the first people she met when she moved to Preston Heights, and they were already good friends with each other, so Josie just kind of fit right in with them, though she always felt a little out of the loop when it was the three of them. Josie was always up for meeting new people and making new friends, it was just a matter of trying to put herself out there enough so people would enjoy talking to her.
Josie zoned out for a moment, to find herself sketching the outline of Caleb's face on a fresh page in her sketch pad. Looking down, it wasn't a bad start. She was a little embarrassed, and hoped he hadn't noticed what she was actually drawing. Sure, it wasn't a finished sketch, but it looked like him. Surprisingly, actually, how much you could tell who it was. Josie always had a little bit of trouble with portraits, and found herself starting over a few times, but this was actually a good start for once. Maybe Caleb wouldn't mind if she drew him for a bit. Or maybe he wouldn't notice if she kept on sketching while they talked.
word count; not sure.
tag;; caleb! :3
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Post by caleb james renard on May 31, 2010 11:16:13 GMT -5
Caleb nodded graciously when she cleared a space for him on the table and sat down with a pleasant smile. Now that he knew she wasn't going to send him off, he felt a lot more comfortable sitting at the table with her. "Merci, I really appreciate it. I was afraid I wasn't going to find a place to sit," Caleb replied, with a slightly nervous chuckle. He was being quite honest in voicing his fear, as it wasn't uncommon for him to just not approach anyone at all. Fortunately, he knew that Josie was amicable based on the few times they had run into each other around campus. She was one of the few people he knew at the school that hadn't made him feel entirely uncomfortable when he had first arrived, something he appreciated immensely.
Turning around to his bag, he took out the sandwich he had made for himself earlier that morning. It was slightly squished and rather warm, but he had put forth quite an effort to make it. Being used to having their own cook, it was strange for the boy to make his own meals. The sandwich was rather plain, since he didn't know how to do much more than put turkey and lettuce on the bread. He munched on his sandwich as he took out his journal of poetry. It was the perfect atmosphere for writing and the day was quite beautiful for inspiration. The silence that hung between he and Josie wasn't the awkward kind, it was more of a friendly silence. They were both quiet people and it felt just fine to be sitting there and not talking.
He was actually rather surprised when she initiated a conversation with him, something he had never seen her do. "Oh, my day has been going quite well. I had a fascinating histories class earlier today," Caleb nodded. History was easily his favorite subject and a class that he always seemed it look forward to. "How about you?" He quickly added, not wanting to be rude. He turned his attention over towards Josie, setting his journal to the side for the time being. He certainly didn't mind talking, especially since she didn't seem to care when his accent slipped out. Really, he quite enjoyed talking to people that were willing to have a conversation with him.
His eyes followed the tracing of her pencil, quite curious as to what she was drawing. He had known that she was interested in art, something that most everyone around the school knew. However, he was not one to be rude so he averted his eyes so that she didn't think he was paying too much attention. "What are you drawing?" he asked her, deciding that asking wasn't an intrusion at all. He himself had never been overly talented with anything artistic, so he found it quite intriguing when people could make beautiful art out of just pencil and paper.
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Post by josie marie lydon on May 31, 2010 12:06:18 GMT -5
Josie smiled shyly, when Caleb thanked her. She was glad that he seemed comfortable enough to come over and sit with her. He was such a nice kid, that she was really surprised that he didn't have more friends, and girls flocking towards him, not that she was complaining. "No problem," she said, shrugging. Maybe they could become better friends, if they kept running into each other like this. Maybe they could become more comfortable with each other, and not be so quiet around each other. It was getting there, though, Josie thought. Slowly but surely, she was getting used to him. His quietness intrigued her, as well. Most of the other kids were loud and lively, so his shyness was sort of mysterious to her.
Josie glanced over at Caleb, watching for a second as he pulled out his sandwich. She continued to go over her sketch, darkening in some lines, and trying to bring out features like the eyes and the shape of the nose. Mouths were always difficult for her, especially when drawing boys. They always just looked so feminine, unless you shaded very very lightly, and used almost no lines at all. Though, that was where most people messed up drawing faces, is relying just on line instead of shadow. When you looked, there are almost no lines on the human face aside from the top eyelid, nostrils, and in between the lips. Other than that, it's all shading.
Josie smiled at Caleb's thoughts on the day. She noticed a hint of accent here and there, but she thought it was interesting, and couldn't figure out why he always tried to cover it up. It was different, and Josie liked different. He was so into school that it was cute, in her opinion. Sure, Josie liked learning, but she could care less about academics. She just wanted a day full of art and music classes, and she'd be happy. "Not too bad... I wish we weren't stuck inside most of the day though. It's so nice out," she added, shrugging. She planned on maybe skating up to the park after school was out and she had time to go home and change into normal clothes.
What are you drawing?
Oh, so he had noticed. Josie blushed a little bit and shrugged, shaking her head so that her bangs flew into her face and covered her eyes a little bit. "Oh. I was just doodling. Um," she said, shrugging again. She thought maybe Caleb would think it was weird or creepy if she showed him a sketch of himself with a pretty good like-ness, at least good for a 10 minute or so drawing. "Yeah," she said, shrugging as she tilted her sketch pad in his direction so he could see, but not for too long. Just enough to give him a glimpse. The last thing she needed was someone that she didn't know extremely well to think she was some creepy stalker girl.
word count; not sure.
tag;; caleb! :3
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Post by caleb james renard on May 31, 2010 17:21:19 GMT -5
Caleb smiled shyly over at Josie in thanks. Due to their quiet natures, neither of the two had really gone out of their way to get to know each other. However, when they were together they seemed to get along really well. It was quite possible that the two of them could become good friends, they just had to come out of their shells a little more. Caleb wasn't shy at all once he started to feel more comfortable around someone, it was just difficult to build up that trust and confidence in other people. Growing up around politics, he learned quickly that trusting other people outright could be quite the fatal mistake.
"Yes, it's a very nice day out today. It's too bad we don't have any outdoor classrooms. Back in France we used to have class out in the park sometimes. I guess it was different though, we only had but four or five of us," Caleb nodded. It was, in fact, a very nice day to be outdoors. There was a slight breeze, but it did little more than tickle your skin as it went by. There wasn't any need for a sweater of any sort at all, nor was it hot enough to want to strip down any more. Talking about France brought his accent out more than anything, so Caleb quickly stopped talking when he realized it, turning slightly red. "Ah, sorry, my accent...it must bother you," he mumbled. It bothered quite a few others, why would Josie be any different?
When she moved her sketchpad so that he could see it, Caleb leaned over slightly to get a better look. In the few moments he could see it, he could tell that it was a sketch of himself and a very good one at that. His eyes widened with surprise, as he found it truly amazing that she could have drawn him that accurately in such a short amount of time. "Wow, that's incredible. I didn't know you were that talented," he said, quite enthused by her abilities. "I mean, not that I haven't heard you were good or anything...I just...er," Caleb added, a bit worried she would take his comments the wrong way.
If there was one thing Caleb had learned, it was to watch his words. He was generally very careful and guarded in all that he said, afraid that he might offend someone. The future politician in him tended to take over every time that he spoke, a habit that he found hard to break even in a casual setting such as this. At times, he knew it must be rather irritating to have him constantly on guard with what he said and someday he hoped to find people that he could just let loose and be himself with.
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Post by josie marie lydon on Jun 1, 2010 10:45:35 GMT -5
Josie didn't really mind the silence that fell between them sometimes. It was surprising how comfortable she felt with him, that quietness didn't make her feel awkward or that she should fill up the silence with random babble, just so there were no awkward silences. It was nice, not having to always be talking about something. When she was with so many others, she felt obligated to keep a conversation rolling, otherwise the other person would think she was weird or something.
Josie glanced over, listening with a small smile as Caleb spoke. She thought it was really cool that he was actually from France. There was a lot of good art there, she knew that much, and it was on her list of places that she'd like to see. "Do you miss France?" she asked, glancing at him. He must miss his home country. France was probably beautiful, though she had never been there herself.
Ah, sorry, my accent...it must bother you. Josie looked over at Caleb, surprised that he'd say that. Other people must have made fun of him or something for it if he thought it would bother her. "What? Nooo," she said, shaking her head. "I actually kind of like it," she said, a little quietly, a pink tinge appearing on her cheeks when she heard her own words. "It's cool. Like, accents are cool," she added, doing her best to smile at him. She really needed to stop embarrassing herself.
Josie's blush only grew deeper when Caleb saw her drawing and complimented her, quite heavily. She giggled a little bit, when Caleb quickly tried to cover up what he thought might have been insulting, but really, she was just glad that someone else seemed interested in her art work, and even more glad that he didn't think she was weird for drawing him. "Thank you," she said shyly, her face rivaling the colour of her hair. She looked over at Caleb, giving him a genuine smile. She really hoped to get to know him better. Maybe she could introduce him to Greg and Lila as well, and he could make friends with those guys. She thought they'd all definitely get along.
"Do you draw at all?" Josie asked. She knew he was really into school academic wise, but he could've had some hidden talent that she didn't know about. "Or music? Do you like music?" she asked, giving herself a mental face-palm. Of course he liked music. She had meant to ask what kind of music he liked to listen to. She wondered if he played any instruments or anything, or liked to sing, but was afraid to sing in public like she was. Overall, Josie was very curious about him.
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tag;; caleb! :3
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Post by caleb james renard on Jun 1, 2010 17:05:33 GMT -5
Caleb nodded, a bit dejectedly at Josie's question. Of course he missed France, it was his home. To him, France was where he was meant to be, he fit in there. Here, he was an absolute outsider and he hated that feeling. Caleb was used to being the center of attention in all things and this new feeling of complete loneliness was rough on him. "France is home, I miss it more than I should. Ah, I plan to return as soon as is possible," Caleb said, partially unsure if he really would. He didn't want to leave his family, but of course he didn't want to end up staying in Canada the rest of his life. No, he would go back someday in the future no doubt.
Embarrassed by her assurance that his accent wasn't a nuisance, Caleb's head dropped, a shy smile on his face. "I, thank you. It's just...most people aren't as uh, gracious with the uh...strange accent," he mumbled out, his words running together slightly. When he was embarrassed at all, he tended to talk faster and with a worse accent than usual. Looking up through the tousled hair in front of his face, he saw that Josie was turning just as red as he was, which made him feel at least a little less nervous about the whole situation. At least he wasn't alone and blushing.
"Ah, of course. Talent deserves proper recognition does it not?" Caleb asked, a lot of confidence returning to his voice now that the conversation was focused on Josie again. He wasn't really sure why she was turning as red as she was, as she had absolutely no reason to be even slightly embarrassed. She had a genuine talent and it was something that Caleb would be quite proud to have. "Oh, uh...no drawing or anything artistic for me. I guess I just never got that...gene," Caleb shrugged. Art for Caleb was coloring in a coloring book, often outside the lines or perhaps the random stick figure war amongst his history notes.
Again, Caleb shook his head in dissent. Music wasn't something he knew a lot about over here. He wasn't really sure what they listened to at all. Back in France, his parents had raised him around classical piano music and he could play, at least somewhat, basic piano. "I can play some piano, but it's been quite some time. I suppose that's not really a popular type of music here though, I don't know..." Caleb chuckled, amused at his own lack of knowledge of the typical social things teenagers thrived on. "I still haven't quite adjusted to society here, having lived in France so long...it's quite different."
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Post by josie marie lydon on Jun 1, 2010 20:49:03 GMT -5
Josie nodded. If she came from somewhere like France, other than Erie, Pennsylvania, she was sure she'd want to go back. She frowned a bit mentally when Caleb said he planned on returning as soon as possible, though. She kind of liked having him around, to be honest. He was different than most kids around here. In particular, different than most guys around here. Sure, Josie was good friends with Greg, but he was more like a brother than anything. And Gabe was a cool guy, but other than that, most guys seemed to just kind of be jerks or otherwise Josie didn't know them at all. She was a little nervous about approaching people herself, so if people didn't approach her first she probably wouldn't have met them in the first place.
Josie couldn't help but smile at Caleb's smile. His shyness amused her, and she could only hope that she was as cute as he was when she was being all shy around people. "It's not strange at all," she said, chuckling slightly as she shook her head. He was maybe a little hard to understand at times, when he spoke really quickly, but Josie enjoyed listening to him talk. It was nice hearing something different. Caleb was blushing as well, which made Josie feel a bit better about her own beet-red face. They probably looked like idiots to anyone who was watching, but Josie was okay with that.
Ah, of course. Talent deserves proper recognition does it not?
Josie grinned widely at him. She wasn't exactly used to being complimented, but she really was flattered at Caleb complimenting her drawing. She glanced down at her sketchpad. This would definitely be a drawing that she'd have to finish when she had a lot of down time. She had all the main proportions drawn in as well as the features, so it wouldn't be too hard to shade without Caleb sitting in front of her for a reference.
"That's cool," Josie said, smiling, when Caleb said he played a bit of piano. She tried to play a few instruments, like guitar, and a little piano as well, but all she really wanted to do was sing. She had a decent voice, it was her confidence that was the problem. Josie was spunky and fun once you got to know her, but she'd be scared to death to sing in front of people that she didn't know. That would probably be something she'd have to work out if she wanted to be a musician in a band someday.
"I bet," she responded with a nod, when Caleb said how different Preston Heights was than France. "Um, I'm from Pennsylvania originally," she said, with a small shrug. "It's probably not as cool as France," she said, with a quiet laugh. Still, she knew what it was like to have to adjust to a new place, though probably not to the extreme that Caleb knew.
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tag;; caleb! :3
notes; Um. I love them.
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Post by caleb james renard on Jun 2, 2010 15:45:51 GMT -5
Caleb shrugged, not entirely agreeing with her. It seemed to him that his accent was one of the strangest things in the area. His hope was that eventually it wouldn't be quite as heavy and that he could get back to speaking to people like a normal person would. However, his accent was still far too French to fit in at all around the others, so Caleb just kept to himself. He didn't like it that he stuck out like a sore thumb every time he opened his mouth and honestly, he just wanted to be normal. Well, as normal as a boy such as Caleb could possibly ever be anyway. He would still have the many quirks he had gained over the years and even in France he was still quite the oddball, given his upbringing.
"I certainly appreciate the sentiment," Caleb said with a smile. Josie, at least, didn't seem to have a problem with his speech. Not only did he have an accent, but at times he spoke almost as though he were giving a speech or writing an essay. It was always so formal and the typical slang and jargon used by the others was never present. "It's certainly good to know that at least one person doesn't think of it as exceptionally difficult to understand," he added with a slight chuckle. He was, surprisingly to himself, having a rather pleasant time around Josie. She didn't make him feel overly awkward and she certainly wasn't being rude at all. It was a nice change from many of the others, that was for sure.
At Josie's suggestion that piano was 'cool', a peal of laughter escaped from Caleb's mouth. Even in France, piano wasn't considered to be one of the cooler instruments to play. "Come now, even I know that piano is rather, lame," Caleb laughed. "What about you, Josie? Are you hiding any musical talents?" he asked, genuinely curious. He knew that she was into art, but he had no idea if she was into music as well. He would be infinitely impressed if she could have both the talent she did with art as well as abilities with music of any kind. It took dedication to be good with either and to be decent at both was indicative of a very talented individual.
"Pennsylvania? What brought you here to Canada? That's quite the drastic move," Caleb said, knowing exactly how it felt to be completely uprooted and moved somewhere out of your element. He'd never been to the states before, but he assumed that it must be rather different than it was in Canada, though obviously not quite as different as France was. They were, at least, closer together than France and Canada were. "Not trying to pry, of course, just curious." Caleb was a naturally curious person, especially when it came to other people. There were so many different kinds of people, all with different yet interesting stories and backgrounds.
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Post by josie marie lydon on Jun 2, 2010 21:16:19 GMT -5
Josie shrugged back, smirking slightly. He was modest, which was definitely a nice switch-up from most of the cocky guys around here. Confidence was one thing, but Josie really couldn't stand arrogance or over-confidence. That just led to douche-baggery, and it was just annoying in Josie's opinion. Modesty was nice. You didn't have to degrade yourself like a lot of people, who were just searching for compliments, but there was nothing wrong with being humble. "No problem," Josie laughed a little bit, smiling at Caleb. His accent was an issue at all, in her mind. She had a hard time figuring out why he was so self-conscious about it.
Josie shook her head. Caleb was pretty easy to understand when he spoke. He certainly seemed to make an effort to enunciate properly. He spoke very properly as well, which she had only just noticed. Most people here used a lot of slang terms, and more casual language, except Caleb. It was an interesting quirk, and much more pleasant to listen to, she thought. So many teenagers in high school cursed like sailors that it was nice hearing someone make an effort to sound classy when they spoke.
Josie blushed, a small smile appearing on her lips when Caleb laughed. Perhaps "cool" wasn't the right word to describe playing the piano, or at least how most people thought of it. But hey, in Josie's mind, Stevie Wonders was pretty damn cool. "Depends how you play it," she said with a shrug, looking over at Caleb when he asked about her own musical talents. Josie shrugged, smiling slightly. "I play a little bit of guitar and piano. That's about it," she said, honestly. Sure, she loved to sing, but you'd have to sneak into her room if you ever wanted to hear it. Guitar and piano, she had taken lessons when she was little, and never could get her hands to do what they were supposed to, so that didn't go very far. But singing, she always thought she had a knack for, at least in her mind.
"Eh. My parents' decision," Josie said, with a shrug. Josie and her sister had protested the move, but to no avail. "I kind of like it up here, though," she shrugged again. "Had to get used to it," she added. Pennsylvania was alright, but there wasn't really much there, especially in Erie. There was a lake, and beaches surrounding it, but that was about it. Canada was nice, she supposed. Most of the people were a lot more mellow than back in the states.
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tag;; caleb!
notes; Mm... nope.
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Post by caleb james renard on Jun 3, 2010 19:07:11 GMT -5
Caleb nodded, that was completely true. The way you played the piano certainly could change the "cool factor" of it. Of course, Caleb was only trained in classical piano, so that probably didn't fit into the cool piano playing category. "Very true. However, I highly doubt that any of the pieces I am able to play would ever be considered cool anywhere but a nursing home," Caleb chuckled. Although this was true, Caleb didn't necessarily mind it. He actually quite enjoyed his music, it was calming and took away from the distractions of the day. He usually played piano when something was bothering him, as it helped him to clear his mind and let him think clearly about his problems.
"Two instruments and art skills? Very impressive. What other talents are you hiding from the world?" he asked with a smile. It seemed to him like there was a lot to Josie that not everyone really knew, which was very intriguing to Caleb. She was almost mysterious in a way and it was quite the interesting experience for Caleb. He learned something new about her every time that she spoke with him and it was always fun to be around her. Josie was one of the few people Caleb could actually feel comfortable around for the most part. Really, she was probably one of the few people he even talked to at all.
"Ah, yes. Parents tend to do that sometimes," Caleb nodded. In his case, it hadn't exactly been his parents decision, more like the government telling his father where to go and the family following him. "I hope that in time I come to like it here just as much. It does take some getting used to that's for sure. Very different," Caleb said with a slight shrug. Honestly, he didn't much care for the small town Canada, he much preferred the towns of France. He certainly hoped that he came to terms with the place soon enough though, as he would be here with his family for at least another two or three years.
Caleb sighed slightly as he thought about France again. It wasn't like he was miserable here, but he missed his real home. "Do you ever wish you could go back?" he asked, curious to see if it was just him that often felt like that. Of course, it must be different for him since he had only been here for but a few months and he had lived in France all his life. A drastic change like that took time to adjust to, even when the conditions he was placed into weren't all that bad.
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Post by josie marie lydon on Jun 3, 2010 21:55:41 GMT -5
Josie shrugged, smiling slightly. She still thought having musical inclination was cool, even if the stuff you were playing wasn't "cool", though to be honest, Josie thought just being able to play classical music was amazing, with how complicated it was. Josie wasn't particularly talented with playing instruments, so she was impressed when other people could, as Caleb seemed to be impressed by her being able to draw. It was impressive when people made difficult things look easy. She had to admit, she didn't pin Caleb as a musician, but maybe it was one of those hidden things that he just enjoyed, like how Josie liked singing.
Josie blushed a bit, smiling at Caleb. "I'm not good or anything. I just play for funsies," she said, with a shrug. It was true. She wasn't claiming to be a musical genius. It was like how she liked skateboarding, even though she wasn't very good at it. Music was a sort of escape for her, either listening to it or making it herself. She looked over, and saw Caleb smiling at well. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, why she was sort of drawn towards him. It was strange, how both of them were naturally shy people, yet they seemed to get along perfectly well. She'd have to make a point of hanging out with him outside of school sometime. Maybe she could invite him to one of her and Lila and Greg's outings or something.
Josie nodded as well, making a face. She didn't particularly miss her old home, but it was still adjusting to a change that she didn't find necessary. She could've stayed in PA and have been perfectly content, and wouldn't have had to bother switching schools and making all new friends again, but she was here now, so she might as well make the best of it. She couldn't begin to imagine how Caleb must've felt, having to travel to somewhere completely different to what he was used to. Canada and the USA were at least neighboring countries, unlike Canada and France, which were on different continents.
"Eh... I dunno. I miss some of my old friends and stuff but I made new ones," Josie shrugged. "I'd like to go back to visit sometime I guess," she added, thinking on the subject. She hadn't kept in touch with her old friends as well as she had hoped to. Hell, they'd probably forgotten about Josie Lydon by now. "You?" she asked, looking over at Caleb, although she felt like she already knew what his answer would be.
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tag;; caleb!
notes; Mm... nope.
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Post by caleb james renard on Jun 5, 2010 8:37:07 GMT -5
"Well, what would be the point of playing at all if you didn't enjoy it?" Caleb asked. That was the reason why he had never stopped playing piano. Although it wasn't the most popular of things to do or the most socially acceptable, he enjoyed it. He found the classical music he had been trained to play to be soothing. Of course, this reflected the upbringing he was given and just how important being well-bred was to his family. It was easily the main reason why he wasn't necessarily able to fit in as well with the rest of the school. He had never been raised in an environment where he could branch away into more popular culture, so being here in this situation where he could was a culture shock really.
Given time, Caleb hoped that he would become more integrated into the typical culture of teenagers. Not only would it help him become less awkward around school, it would also help him to be able to connect with the average person, a huge thing for a future political career. "What kind of music do you usually listen to, or play or...whatnot?" he asked, curious to see what was the "in-style" type of music. Josie seemed to be pretty in tune with the current trends, even if she was a bit shy, so being around her would be good for Caleb. Beside, they got on quite well, even if they were both terribly shy.
"Some days more than others," Caleb shrugged. Days where it was evident that he was completely out of place were usually the worst for him. It was days like that where he just sat around wishing he could go back home to France. However, days like today where he could just sit around and be relatively normal weren't nearly as bad. Sometimes it almost got to the point where he was actually happy to be in Canada. It wasn't all bad and it was giving him some much needed experience if he was to go into politics in the future. "Today, however, has been quite the excellent day," he said with a warm smile. Yes, Josie had definitely helped make today a much easier day.
Caleb leaned back on the picnic table, making himself more comfortable. "I do wish I could go back, just...I wish I could take parts of this back with me. I do believe that France will always be home, but this isn't a bad place to visit," Caleb elaborated. It was hard for Caleb, as he knew that there was little chance he could have the best of both France and Canada all in one, but he still had his wishes. It was his hope that he could perhaps find a job much like his fathers, so he could travel around and experience all different cultures. That would allow him to be more well rounded as a person and to experience all that he wanted.
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