Friendship? Maybe... | Blaire |

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

Stepping through the gates of King College, he glanced around at the campus, curiously taking in all of the little details that were around him. He saw students walking with books in hand, talking and laughing with eachother. He sighed. He wanted that, the thought to be entirely normal. He took a glance to his left side, seeing a small study group under a tree, apparently revising notes. He wanted that too. Was it too much to ask to just be able to sit peacefully under a tree, and revise with fellow peers? For him, apparently it was, as destiny liked to burden him with things he didn't wish to be burdened with. He would give anything right now to be one of those college students who's worst fear was failing a mid-term or losing favor with one of their friends. His worst fear was whether he would lose anyone else he loved, if he found someone like that. Big difference, unfortunately.

Walking deeper into the heart of the campus, he found himself sitting at a park bench in the garden, alone. It was a very beautiful garden, he couldn't deny that. But as beautiful as it was, the thoughts of being alone were even more disheartening and placing unneeded stress over him. He didn't like being alone, but that was what happened to slayers, wasn't it? They were cursed from having a normal life, normal friends and normal feelings. Their lives were pulled upside down and everything they once believed in and loved just vanished right before their eyes. It was a fine line to live, one which Alexandre wasn't too inclined to live at all. Seeing all these people around the college had made him smile. He could be one of them...He could be normal. Who would know who he was? He wasn't exactly the usual 'chosen one' now was he? He could remain under the radar and live a normal life, forgetting about the past. Yes! He could do that. Apart from the fact that he would still be burdened with these terrifying nightmares, thoughts and worries for everyone and anyone.

Dumping his small bag onto the ground, he pulled a sketchbook and a pencil out, before placing them on the other side of the bench, and begun drawing. Drawing was a very normal thing for normal people to do. It was also relaxing and something he really enjoyed doing. Sketching was almost like a smoke for him. Almost an addiction, though proving its worth as a stress reliever at the same time. Only difference? There was no harm in sketching a picture. Though he guessed it depened on the perspective of the person, and the image which surfaced from his drawing.

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[BLAIRE ELIZABETH BENNETE]

It had been a long class period. Why on earth had she ever chosen the subject she wouldn’t know. It had sounded fun. She knew the professor. And he was awesome really. She knew a couple of the students in the class, and they were all kind. And she had looked over the syllabus and the course description time and time again. It all seemed to appeal to her likings. But it just seemed that this class she had chosen was something that was just too good to be true. It was sad that it had become so tedious to her, and she wondered if she could switch out or drop the course. Then again Blaire had never been one to drop a course or even fail one. So she decided she would push on through.

So to help her get ahead she had gone to the library and picked up a few novels on ancient world cultures. It was what had fascinated the young woman in the first place. As she hoped to hear about the old tales and stories and of how these people would live. But in the end of it somehow the spark would be put out every time she walked into the doors. But now she had some reading to do, and in her hands were around 7 to 9 different hard back and very thick books. For the most part she could see fine. She just hoped really that she wouldn’t trip.

It hadn’t taken her too long to reach the park, she was doing really good. Normally her klutzy ways would get to her. And her luck was never very good. But maybe things were turning around. After all she had trained to be a dancer. And normally on the dance floor she was more graceful then any swan. Almost all of her teachers had been slightly jealous yet proud to be the one giving her instruction. But for some reason that grace and poise just didn’t translate over to the stage that was her life. and as her thoughts continued in a flurry she didn’t take not of the rather large tree stump. And soon she was plummeting to the ground. Her books had been flung in the air. Her head hit the grass covered earth with a thud. And before she knew it the books were landing on top of her. Each hitting a portion of her with a thud or a bang and then she would groan in pain. They were dam heavy books after all.

Blaire hoped no one had seen that. But then again her luck is awful, and it just so happened that a person was sitting right next to where she had fallen. Some sort of art student perhaps as he had a large canvas in hand and he was scribbling away. Thing is Blaire didn’t see that. As well she had a book covering her face. She gave a sigh of annoyance and spoke out “why me…” her words panged with regret as she lay on the ground the book still covering her eyes.

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

Thud! It wasn't really the sound of a thud, but it was something loud which instantly drew his attention away from his sketch. Now that wasn't entirely easy, as he could go for a few long moments of complete focus without even realizing someone was standing there initiating a conversation with him. Luckily, it wasn't that kind of thud. Luckily for him, that is. He looked up in the utmost of curiousity as he noticed a girl had just tripped over, and now had a pile of books scattered over her, covering her face. They were heavy books too, which looked like they could leave a few broises. It did look rather funny, seeing the books all over the poor girl, mainly because it was something random, but completely normal. Though he hoped that kind of normal didn't occur often, especially if he decides to carry a horde of heavy books. He really couldn't see that. He just couldn't. Books and Alexandre were like jam and honey. Mix them together, and you don't want to know what you get.

Standing up abruptly, he made his way over to the girl, picking up one of the more heavier books which had conveniently found its way onto her face. By removing the book he was able to see the girl's face. Her elequent brown hair and hazel eyes were more than visible, as were her soft facial features. Yeah, he was very observant of these things. Smiling gently, he removed the other books from her after a brief moment of gazing in slight awe at her beauty. Right, poor girl getting attacked by books and slammed into the grass was more important than his unusual gazing moments. If only he ever learned.

Once all of the books were removed, he placed them neatly to the side, before helping the girl up. She seemed nice. He hadn't really met anyone around here, being his first day and all, but it seemed to be beaming off to a positive start. Even if an unfortunate girl had to fall face first into the grass and have a library of books fall onto her to add insult to injury. He did feel shy, mostly around girls. He was too caught in the moment of how attractive this one was and how cute she had looked with the books over her, that he hadn't been able to grasp words. He finally mustered the courage to speak, hoping she was able to understand him with his accent. After all, it still needed work. Like everything else in his life, apparently. "A-argr you okay?" He questioned with concern in his voice, though also making an attempt at beginning conversation with this girl. He sighed, before correcting himself. He hadn't meant that. "Of couhse yourgr not okay...I-I deedn't mean eet like that. I just mean that was a hard fall...Euh...I hope you argr okay." He stopped himself before he made even more fool of himself. Usually his English was..Okay, but his nerves were getting to him. He was trying hard not to blush, which caused his words and meanings to become disjointed.

Smiling, he tried to regain his composure, if he had any to begin with. "I am Alexandre, what is yourgr name?" Small talk...Simple introductions. That was something he could do. It was hard though, for him. Not making any social conversation with anyone after all this time was hard. He didn't know how to relate to people or say the right things, it seemed.

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[BLAIRE ELIZABETH BENNETE]

It was an odd sensation. That feeling of oh shit I just fell. This is so embarrassing. I really, really hope no one saw that. Those kinds of sensations were what flowed through Blaire’s horizontally sprawled body was feeling. Honestly if the books hadn’t bruised her body they sure did one hell of a job on her ego. Of course she knew full well that she was bound to trip. so really she was also yelling at herself for being uncaring about her good fortune. After all at least she hadn’t fallen on the cement.

the embarrassment had almost passed. She was finally getting a grip on the situation when she realized someone was picking up the books. Slowly opening her eyes she couldn’t see much besides the figure of the person. it was most likely a man as he had broad shoulders and strong arms. He was picking up the books with ease as if they were nothing more than playing cards, and Blaire knew full well that they were heavier than most phone books. It was a relief though that the heavy objects were removed from her body. And unlike most he was kind enough to stack them in a neat pile.

once he helped her up and the sun no longer blocked her eyes she could see clearly know what this man looked like. Or was man even the right word. He was more like a god. His eyes shinned brightly, the color sparkling as she fell down into the deep pools of blue. His arms were firm, and his chest broad. She could tell he must have worked out. And his smile, so sweet and charming. What on earth was he doing helping her out when he looked like the type of boy to be with the prom queen laughing it up at her. But instead he was smiling kindly at her. But something else was happing. OH SHIT! He was talking to her. He was saying something. Oh god what had he just said.

“oh um no it’s fine, I’m fine. I’m quite alright really.” She gave a reassuring smile towards the young man as she realized now that his accent wasn’t from around her, London that was, and it sure wasn’t American either. She knew that accent well. it was French. “Um hello Alexandre, I’m Blaire… I hope you don’t mind me asking you this but are you perhaps French… I’m sorry I just recognize your accent. It’s well it’s just something I happen to be good at. Language I mean and all of that. I just happen to sort of understand it all easily. I’m not really sure why but… oh uh… I’m sorry I think I was babbling. Oh right um thank you, for um helping me there. I really appreciate it.” She gave another very kind smile to him. She definitely thought he was cute, but he probably would never be interested in her. A girl could dream though right?

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

At least she seemed okay...Right? She got to her feet, brushing off the hard fall as if it had never happened. He did admire that in her. There was no point dwelling on something which had already happened, as it was better to concern yourself with the present, and the future. If people dwelled too much in the past, they'd just corrupt themselves. If only Alexandre could listen to his own advice. He wished he didn't have to dwell in the past and his mistakes. As much as he denies the past and tries to not think of it, it has become to the point where it is just too uncontrollable, even for him. He is that transfixed in what he could've done instead to save his sister, and his family, but they all appeared to be in vain.

It had appeared he wasn't the only one who was nervous, as the girl spoke. A beautiful girl with a sweet voice, how could he not have guessed? He smiled back towards her merely out of response to her beautiful smile. "I'm glad your alrgright." He responded, the smile still plastered onto his face, staring back at the girl as if hypnotised by her for a moment, or something. Blaire? That was a very nice name, definantly suited for her. Before he could say 'nice to meet you' or something warm along those lines, she had picked up on his French heritage. It wasn't that difficult really, his accent was rather strong and overbearing at times, even he knew this. "You argr right", he responded with a slight embarrassed smile placed on his face now. She studied language? That was cool. She was obviously rather smart to have tolerance for such a subject, and he did like smart girls, for they had intelligence which lacked in many of them unfortunately.

He chuckled softly as she admitted her babbling. She was beginning to sound like him, going on a long train of words and finally stopping to a halt. "Its okay, really." He noticed a book on the ground, picking it up out of curiosity, and read the title before looking up at Blaire with a smile. "I see you also enjoy ancient world culture? I hear that ees a very interesting read." He shot her a warm smile back, before placing the book out for her to grab. She was very sweet, but he didn't feel it was right to just leave her with all these heavy books, and he didn't really have anything else to do, for he had nothing to do. He had an idea. "Euh...Would you like me to...Give you a hand with these books as they look pretty heavy, and wouldn't want you falling again near another lucky guy before asking you to join me for lunch." He blushed. He couldn't believe he blurted all of that out. He had just made an embarassment of himself, he knew it. What if she said no? He couldn't even think of that answer, it was too embarassing.

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[BLAIRE ELIZABETH BENNETE]

Blaire was somewhat shocked by this little encounter. She couldn’t believe that one day her clumsy ways would bring her to a cute guy. Let alone letting this be the day that that happens in as well. This was simply astonishing. She wondered what Lily might say to this. In her head she imagined her best friend yelling at her, about how if she didn’t speak up or say something she might as well just keep walking, and that if Blaire didn’t do this then Lily would. Shaking her head slightly to get Lily out of her head, she simply looked up at this charming man as he spoke with his delicate French accent. It was honestly beautiful, and a few times Blaire had to stifle a sigh or two as he spoke. He was honestly too good. There had to be something about him that was off. but what could it be. Besides after all the things Blaire had seen no one was perfect.

“Yes thank you, I, I am alright I believe. No major injuries, just a few scraps and maybe a nice bruise or two. But besides that I think I’m quite alright.” with that she gave a soft smile to him, watching him as he seemed to contemplate something. Maybe she had babbled too much and he thought she was some sort of freak or something. Honestly she didn’t mean to seem like that but, well when she got nervous let’s just say it happened a lot, and she need a lock or something to keep her from talking any more.

But with that soft chuckle and his approval she felt a sigh of relief. So he didn’t think she was some sort of freak, or rather he possibly did but was just being polite. Damn her constant mind always looking over extraneous details. It often made things too complicated. And as he picked up her book and read it she began to feel slightly embarrassed. It was a rather empty class, no one really took it, there was hardly even enough students to call it a class, but a class it was. “oh yes, it’s very interesting, though it takes a lot of patience which I guess many students don’t have as our class is rather small… but it gives me a better learning environment with more teacher student time.” Once given her replied he astounded her once more with a question of sorts.

Wait… was he asking her out? Or was he just looking to hang out with someone. Oh dear lord she thought to herself. She was worried that she might be blushing, or possibly just giving a faint look of surprise or confusion. In her head she was screaming yes. But her lips wouldn’t move until she gave a slight cough to clear her throat. “You mean with me? Oh um, well that actually sounds really nice… most people avoid me, something about me I guess, but well I would love to go to lunch.” She gave another soft smile, and brushed a lock of hair out of her face as she found herself staring dreamily up at her new found friend.

[Alexandre Sebastien Le Feuvre]

He nodded in agreement about patience. Patience was something he wasn't sure he really had quite frankly. He was never patient while his sister was alive, and would constantly try and find a thrill without hesitation. He was usually one to do things in his own accord, and wasn't fond of waiting too long to do it. When his family were killed, he became rather impatient, wishing to slaughter the vampires who were responsible for it, even if it meant every vampire he could find during the night. But now, he just didn't have that impulse anymore. Did that make him moreso patient, or just tired?

"I'm not the most patient person..." He replied with a slight chuckle. "But I know what es needed en order to excel here, at King's College. And yes, small classes do tend to create a better learning environment. Also a better chance to meet people, I guess." He smiled softly at the last part. In many ways, he was displaying positive impatience. Not waiting for the coursework to catch up with him, instead getting ahead in order to achieve high grades. At least then he could prove to the university, and himself, that his decline in grades during secondary school was actually due to special considerations. It was also to prove that being a slayer hadn't and wouldn't define who he is and what he is able to achieve within London, England. He wanted to prove that he could do what he enjoys and make something for himself.

He blushed softly when she agreed to join him for lunch. At least he had found one friend, that was good, right? "I don't see why people would choose to avoid you...I certainly couldn't." He now displayed a friendly smile on his face, before examining her books. "Now, I guess I better help you put those books somewhere so our hands aren't full. Not the best way to eat lunch, I think." He begun picking up some of the books, waiting for her to gather the rest, the lighter ones he made sure, and then they could begin going wherever to deposit these books and finally he could get to know Blaire some more. He really was looking foward to that.

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[whisper=whiskey]Figured that we could possibly end this thread with your post? The lunch part could just be something which happens 'behind the scenes' or something? We could arrange a thread where he runs into Blare with Lily or something, which might create some tension.[/whisper]

[BLAIRE ELIZABETH BENNETE]

Blair couldn’t really believe what was going on around her. She had stumbled her way through an introduction. And not metaphorically either, but more along the lines of her actually stumbling forward and into a person. she had met this somewhat breathe taking man through her clumsy ways. And soon their conversation had blossomed further and further. Soon they had found themselves talking of lunch, and finding common ground through means of a shared language, and some possibly shared ideas. He didn’t seem to mind at all her odd ways, and even seemed prepared to go along with them.

“I guess you could say that. Though honestly when the class gets that small it becomes more of a competition to be honest. As well, were all after the top spot aren’t we. But I guess even when you’re competing you tend to get to know people better, even if it is just to get ahead of them. And at King’s College I guess you could say it’s one of the biggest competitions I’ve ever been in. Honestly it can get tough sometimes meeting new people on friendly terms. But I guess today is my lucky day.” She gave a soft smile towards him, her eyes set on his. This was turning out to be highly interesting.

“Oh well, avoiding me seems to be the easiest way to deal with me I guess. I’m a bit of an OCD freak, and well who could blame people for not wanting to be around that. But I better stop myself from babbling again… So how about we go set these books away, and well we can find a nice place to go out and eat.” She gave another smile and began to lead her new friend towards a place she knew she could keep her books, and once done with that they could be off to lunch. After all it was a beautiful day ahead of them, and she was beginning to look forward to it. After all it wasn’t everyday you met and made beautiful new friends.


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((OOC: sounds good to me, we can start something up for the three of them to bump into each other once we fill erik in))