extreme animosity [open]

[mathis andre moreau]

mattie stared at the box as though he thought simply willing it to open might work. he was a smart guy, why couldn't he figure this out? surely there was some easier way? All he needed was to find a screw driver. how difficult could it be? apparently too difficult to bother with.

instead, mattie decided to attack it with a box cutter. trying to turn the screws and get them off proved to be a more difficult task than he had anticipated. why did he had to break that stupid key in that even stupider lock?! mattie growled in frustration.

he slammed the knife down on the table and stared down the box again. how dare it not be easier to break into? insolent, uncooperative little box! the door to his room was left wide open but mattie was too lost in his own little world to care or even notice it.

picking up the knife again, mattie initiated round four of 'attack the little box until it gives in and begs for mercy'. this time it seemed the frustration made him a little careless. the knife slipped and gave him a nice cut on his finger. "merde!," he exclaimed before dropping the box cutter and pulling the injured finger into his mouth. he picked up the box cutter again and looked it over. at least it wasn't rusty, that was one less thing to worry about. putting it back down, he glared at the box as though the thing was somehow doing this on purpose.

[evangeline maybell hopkins]

I'm a mess in a dress

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Can't show up on time

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She wasn't even sure why she'd decided to walk through this hallway in the first place. Probably because for the time she'd been attending Bouscher Academy, she'd yet to explore every little crevice of the campus. While she had always had a stoney, cold exterior, rarely cracking a smile, Evangeline had always posessed almost a childlike curiosity which she could barely contain at times. It was odd, since it didn't seem like a characteristic that fit her very well. Then again, she could also be incredibly clumsy, and that didn't seem to fit her all that well either, but could she really help it?


Along with uncharacteristic personality traits came a few of Evangeline's bad habits. It was bad enough that her initial coldness gave people the wrong impression of her right off the bat, it'd been no wonder that she'd had people calling her 'robot' in grade school and at her old high school back home. Thoguh she was far from being an uncaring individual. It was sometimes her caring that got her into trouble on occaision. Walking through the hallway of the einaki residence, and she was deciding where she should go walking through next when something aught her attention. While all the doors to the multiple dorms were closed, there was one door that was kept ajar, and she could hear some odd sounds coming from inside the room.


Then she finally was able to hear a male voice, cursing in a language she knew fairly well, but was still trying to learn while at this school. "merde!" the man exclaimed, and this was about the time Evangeline reached the door, and she stopped, not caring how odd she looked staring into this young man's dorm, and watched as he raised his cut finger to his mouth, trying to rid himself of the blood. Uh-uh, that was never a good idea, Evangeline knew that well enough from her medical studying, as well as her hobby of studying herbology. And, as always, she was carrying her herb pouch with her, inside of her black leather purse. She rooted around for only a moment before she found what she was looking for; Aloe vera gel, which she'd harvested herself back home. It took about 3 years for the plant to produce this healing gel, after all, qand she'd put in a great deal of effort taking care of it and had reaped her reward.


Without saying a word, or waiting for any kind of invitation, she walked into the man's dorm room, and handed him the little jar with the eye dropper as a lid. Deciding to speak to him in his native tongue, as best she could, she answered with, "Utilisez cel deux fois par jour jusqu'à la couper guérit."

[/b]. Evangeline wasn't yet fluent in French, though because of some technicality, she was only at the third level of the french course at this school when logically she should probabnly be at the fourth or fifth. Looking at what it was that had been frustrating this guy so much, she glanced at the box cutter, and then what he'd probably been trying to use it on; a small box with a keyhole. Her guess was that the key was jammed in the lock or something.


Kneeling down by the bed, she rummaged through her bag again, coming up with a pair of tweezers. As she began to use these tweezers in the lock to try and retrieve the broken piece, she asked him, "Ne pouvez pas obtenir cette boîte ouverte?" While she knew the language well enough, Evangeline still found it somewhat of a hassle to stick to a foreign language in order to communicate when perhaps she didn't necessarily have to. Turning her head to look at the guy, she asked, "Actually, let's make this easier. You speak English?"[/b]

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Even if it would save my life

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Notes I used an online translator for the French, I don't know the language at all. Excuse the choppiness!
Credits! Credits go to IrishEyes of Caution 2.0. Lyrics are According To You - Orianthi. Remove this credit, and I will eat you =D

[mathis andre moreau]

mattie was rather miffed about the whole situation. he was unable to do something as simple as opening a locked box. he was half tempted to toss it out the window and see if it breaks open but he didn't want to damage its contents. they were a little too valuable to him.

this was his mother's box. now, the box itself, old as it might be wasn't worth too much, the contents however were what she wanted to send to her son. it was just a few bits and pieces of high sentimental value that she she put together and locked away on her wedding day but now that her oldest child was nineteen and nearing twenty, she thought that it was perhaps time that she sent it to him but being old the key had broken off and now mattie was stuck trying to open the damn thing.

pulling the injured finger to his lips, the goal was to stop the bleeding. it was a natural reaction and mattie never wondered if it was good or bad, it was what most people did and it seemed to do the trick. the cut went right across his finger. it wasn't too deep but it was longer than most little cuts and mattie could taste the metallic flavor of it. he never liked it but this had to get done, just to stop it from getting worse.

mattie turned when he thought he heard something behind him but sat back in his chair with a shocked look when he saw a girl walking into his room. where did she come from?! out of no where clearly. mattie hadn't even heard her at the door and suddenly she was in his room and speaking french? she needed to work on it a bit, but he understood her well enough as he glanced at the bottle. clearly she was not a native speaker of the language but A+ for effort.

mattie took the bottle and read it. "merci mais je n'en ai pas besoin [[thanks but I don't need it]]," he told her, handing it back. he would stick with french since she spoke it first. maybe she was learning it and needed the practice? mattie was happy to help with that."c'est seulement une petite coupe [[it's only a small cut]]," he said, offering her a small smile. he wasn't going to worry too much about it, it would heal on its own.

he watched as she got down on his floor and went through her back. she looked a little young to be in this hall but mattie didn't question it too much, at least not yet. he was much more curious about what it was she was looking for.

"no," he told her when she asked about the box. "Il est stupide [[he is stupid (box = masculine / and he's acting like it's a person lol)]]," he said, waving at the damn thing. Yes, stupid box, how dare it waste his time like this. mattie had even gone as far as to personify it. treating it like a person who was simply doing this out of spite or something.

her french wasn't great but it was a lot better than most people but mattie just smiled when she asked if he spoke English. Mattie spoke perfect English but the accent was never lost. He did pronounce the words a lot better than most who were learning it but still, mattie enjoyed throwing in a bit of french every now and then and people seem to respond in the language too, though not perfectly. this girl definitely wasn't the first to attempt it.

"I probably speak it better than some Americans," he told her with a smirk. He wasn't being rude or anything but listening to those rappers was never helpful if you were trying to learn the language. it would even frustrate him at times when regular people couldn't do it right and he could, but then mattie had the luxury of private tutors from a very young age.