WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, (r)

[SAKURAI NORIKO]

[atrb=valign, top] There was just something about the month of December that got people excited. Whether it was the definite change in seasons, the seasonal sales, the holidays to come, the seasonal sales, the end of the year, or the seasonal sales, there was just. Something about it that got people excited. Well. Maybe not excited so much as they were just happy that they finally got to take a vacation if at all. She just was excited for the sales and discounts available to her. 'Rich' as she was, she could still appreciate a good bargain in the end right? But unfortunately for her (perhaps not for the stray shoppers at all stores), she was more or less kept from her credit card for another day. The hostess club had called in for the day, having deemed it the first event to take place since school had started. The club itself had only recently gotten situated with the new members that came in and needless to say, organization of all the events didn't quite go as planned. But today was supposed to be different. So, it was probably a good enough reason to stay behind. You know. For once. She wasn't quite sure what to do now though. It wasn't as though she really could do anything. Apparently she wasn't trustworthy enough to even just decorate the tree. Jeez, you set one tree on fire by accident and you never hear the end of it. It wasn't like anyone died, right? She burned the tiles by accident, but it wasn't like it couldn't be replaced. For the love of fudge, they were far from broke! But after several hours of complaining, she had been entrusted to scattering the fake snow effectively. Without breaking anything. Jeez, who did they think she was? A child? Resting her hand on the trigger of the mechanism, she glanced around for any sign of naysayers. The others always seemed to have a knack for ruining her fun just because it 'broke stuff' or it 'hurt someone'. Whatever. It was their fault for being in her way, right? Right! She was definitely right. Eyes trained on her target, she aimed and pulled. And quicker than a blink of the eye, the voice actress merely tumbled backwards into a table. The silk linen tore, the tiers toppling over and cakes landing on the floor with a so late. The air cannon skid across the floor, obscured by the varied sound systems that undoubtedly would be used to blare the Christmas music at full blast. She glanced back, looking at the table that half toppled over and plates skidding all the closer to her before shattering against the ground. Ugh, damn it! This was the second year in a row that this happened! Well. Under different circumstances, but the second year! She lifted her hands, smearing the cake from her body and flicking it to the ground before hearing the sounds of another arriving. Oh shit, was that one of the girls or. Or worse what if it was a guest! How was she going to explain this mess? And she didn't even change yet. Oh good gosh. She scrambled, yanking the silk cloth and wrapping up all the broken shards and what cake she could pick up inside of it. Noriko dashed for the window, tugging it open. The footsteps were getting nearer! She yanked on the window, just about to either jump or throw said 'trash' out of the frosted opening. Her foot rested on the window sill, looking back and forth for any signs of said stranger before turning to the window once more. Okay, how was she going to fly out from here. She only had one cloth and that definitely wasn't going to work... Only to be promptly stopped by a voice. What had they even said anyway? She turned a bit slowly, an awkward smile creeping onto her lips. She lifted a hand a bit timidly, waving. "it's not what it looks like i swear! i fell and then the table broke and then the plates broke and then the cakes fell and and and i can't find my air cannon.

[/color]" she stammered out suddenly, words slurring together to the point of incoherentness.

"so. you come here often?[/color]" eh. it was worth a shot.

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words: 721!
tags: wal's prince alex and mazz's princess nao!
notes: pardon the bad intro.
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[Courtemanche Alexandre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; -ms-border-radius: 50px; -o-border-radius: 50px; background: #d5d0d3; border-top: 10px solid #4e151a; border-bottom: 10px solid #4e151a;][classy=jag] [/classy][classy=txts]'cause this is deja vu[/classy] [classy=pots]Winter had always been described as a peaceful season. That was far from the truth, really. All of the crazy shopping days, hazards when snow fell, and the cold temperatures. Some students had left to go spend some time with their families over the winter break. Still, some students remained. One in particular was sitting in the library, studying. Alexandre sat at one of the empty tables, at least four open books sitting in front of him and then a stack of some other books he had picked up waiting eagerly to his left. Most would find such dedication to one’s studies to be rather ludicrous. Not Alex. He wished to be at the top of his game when in class. It did not matter to him if said information was useful or not. What mattered was being able to impress people with his vast knowledge in the different subjects. Despite his knowledge, the teen could not make anything edible even to save his life. That much he seemed to despise. He, Alexandre Radomir Courtemanche, needed to be absolutely perfect. Still, what he lacked, he made up in other ways. Continuing to scan through the different books, the strawberry blond seemed to offer a smile. He enjoyed learning new things. Within the hour, he had finished those four books as well as some others in his pile which seemed infinite. Bringing a bottle of water to his lips, he gradually took a sip. It was refreshing, to say the least. This got him to thinking that maybe he could go relax for a bit and take a swim. After all, he could use a nice amount of relaxation time. Out of respect for the library, he began to take his books back, placing each of them on their respective shelves. After all, the librarian more than likely had enough work to do with her time. It would be inconsiderate to add more onto that workload. Grabbing his bag and bottled water, Alex pushed his chair in and made his way out of the large room. Sure, the library was relaxing, but who relaxes while studying? It seemed odd, even for him. The halls seemed all too quiet for his liking. Sure, no one to run into, but at the same time, no one to speak with. It seemed rather bittersweet. Most had left for vacation, but he chose to stay. Alex would have gone home to visit his family, but they did not have a long vacation time. Flying from Japan to France was a bit, anyway. What’s worse was the jet lag. Japan was six hours ahead of their time, so he would end up falling asleep earlier, thus waking up earlier than everyone else. It would be rather dull, to be frank. But that was a completely different story. He stayed in Japan and would spend the break to study more. Some people were concerned, requesting that he does not overexert himself. No one could get that lucky. Upon reaching the doors to the locker rooms, he found them to be locked. Walking towards the doors to the indoor pool, the strawberry blond took notice that the lights were off, and those doors remained locked, as well. What a shame. Pausing to consider what to do next, something dawned upon him. A friend of his mentioned a hostess club. He said it was an excellent way to wind down and relax completely. Not much detail was given to him about the place, but he figured it would be worth a shot to check it out. A light smile curved his features as he pivoted on his foot and walked back down the long hallway. The strawberry blond attempted to process the directions he was given. After all, he did not wish to get lost. Such would not be relaxing at all. Aquamarine eyes lit up pleasantly as he found that the directions he had been given were certainly correct. Upon pushing the door open, he heard a loud bang followed by the sound of something that seemed to come crashing down. So it seemed someone was in there. Alexandre carefully placed his bag down and wandered towards the source of the noise to investigate. To be truthful, the hallways were rather dark, making it difficult for him to navigate. Still, he was miraculously able to do so. Peeking in the doorway, he looked in surprise at the room. There were still some glass shards from the plates and some cake and frosting adorning the beautiful carpet. Alex's gaze eventually fell upon the woman who was holding cloth with what seemed to be most of the destruction wrapped in it. "Are you all right?" It seemed to be the most appropriate thing to say. Sure, he could have tried to point the girl out for being a possible thief with how she appeared, ready to leap out the window with the bag, but something about her did not seem to fit the profile of a thief. The strawberry blond even noted some traces of cake and frosting on her outfit. As she rambled on with her explanation, he tilted his head, staring at her with slight confusion and amusement. "Slow down, s'il vous plait." The French Russian walked into the room, looking around. It looked like it could be cleaned up with no problem, really. It also seemed the girl before him could possibly be accident prone. As for her question about him coming there often, he shook his head no. "I was sent on recommendation. This is my first time visiting this... Club?" Alex was not sure what to call it, exactly. "Would you like some help cleaning this up, perhaps? It would be no problem on my part, really." Alexandre offered a calm, kind smile. Whether his help be accepted or denied was up to the other. "My name's Alexandre. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?" The teen gave a pause, waiting for her to tell him her name. [/classy]

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