Moving Pains. [[OPEN]]

Posts : 29 Join date : 2011-01-16

The day had started off well enough, Feliks thought with a disdainful snort, pulling at his rather... endowed suitcase once more.

It had been a rather nice train ride here. The service had been excellent and the rail track smooth, unlike many of the others he'd ridden among the Polish country side. There had even been a wonderful man who had been kind enough to help cart his suitcase all the way to the front of the school. After that though the polish teen had been left with his own belongings, not realizing just how mad heavy his suitcase was, and just how much stuff he already had in his arms. Despite this he'd made his way through the campus, tripping and falling over himself like an absolute fool, flinging his things about. It didn't help that he was wearing a skirt, and that whenever he'd have to go to retrieve his thing other students would begin whispering among themselves. That was totally not cool, and Feliks felt awkward and out of place as he gave his suitcase another tug, only to cry out absolutely frustrated when it barely moved.
His progress to the dorms was super slow but steady, and Feliks eventually made onto the hallway with his supposed dorm.
He tugged ruthlessly at the suitcase, just wanting to find his room and sleep for the rest of the night, when the bag bumped up and smashed into his foot.
Absolutely frustrated Feliks let out an angry cry, eyes misting, as he dropped his things once more. Totally not cool. With a frustrated sniff, the polish teen knelt over, gathering up his totally fab purse, and make up.

Posts : 177 Join date : 2010-12-14 Age : 32

Roderich had not yet shown up at his dorm to unpack. He hated the process of unpacking. It involved physical labor, getting dusty and grimy, and, worst of all, it was the work of servants. The young aristocrat knew he was no servant. His parents may have disapproved of his very existence, but he was still their son, heir to their title. He would be damned if anyone dared to forget that one little fact.

It was while the pompous teen was dilly-dallying in the ancient hallways of the school that he spotted an unfamiliar, but pretty, little blonde girl working her way down the hall. It was obvious to Roderich that she was having trouble carrying all of her things to her dorm. It was not obvious to Roderich that she was, in fact, a he. No, she was obviously a damsel in distress, and it was only for such a person that physical labor was acceptable.

The Austrian started to walk in the general direction of the girl, to casually, smoothly, offer his assistance. His steps faltered only once, when she bent to retrieve her purse and makeup. He would claim later that he was not staring and was, in fact, politely glancing elsewhere while she gathered her things. He was above his fellow males He was chivalrous. It would not matter either way, as she picked everything up in a way that revealed nothing. Not that he noticed.

Upon arriving at her side, he flashed “her” a charming smile and spoke, “Good evening. Has no one stopped to help you? How cruel. Let me hold a few bags for you.”

((I so should not be joining another roleplay, especially one taking place on Day 1, but I could not get the mental image of Roddie mistaking Feliks for a girl and flirting out of my head.

And Roddie stands by the fact that he is totally not a pervert. ouo))

Posts : 29 Join date : 2011-01-16

[[This is quite possibly the latest response to exist in the history of RP-ing. :U: Please don't feel obliged to respond, I just had to respond to your awesome-sauce post, no matter how late. >3<
IlovedhowyourRoddymistookFeliksforaGirlsomuchyouhavenoidea. xD <3]]

It's not that Feliks' was an inattentive person, really. He had just been too busy mulling over the- totallyworstdayofhislife, so of course he couldn't have heard another student coming up from behind him. When Roderich finally spoke, Feliks was sure he'd lost at least 5 years of his life and looked up quickly, clearly startled.

O Moj Boze! Feliks felt his face light up. This kid was gorgeous. He was totally regal looking, like a prince even, and the Polish teen was besides himself for a moment. He had only ever lived in small "rinky dink" villages, so he couldn't help but be jittery when confronted with a kid that looked like he belonged in a palace! (Though the fact that this kid was totally hot helped too.)
Finally, after a few moments, Feliks was able to look away, and he continued to pack up his things as he stuttered out,

"I-It's totally alright, I've got it."

Ughh, Feliks internally flinched, his voice got so high when he was nervous like this.

Posts : 177 Join date : 2010-12-14 Age : 32

((IT'S OKAY. ILU.))

Roderich met the blonde's gaze calmly, merely flashing her his best smile as her face lit up. She was pretty from the front as well, he decided quickly. Perhaps she was not overly curvy and she lacked anything significant in the chest area, but there was a simple and quaint prettiness to her look as a whole. He could not exactly declare it beauty or elegance as she really did not seem at all refined in those areas, but she was, in simple terms, cute.

Not once did it occur to Roderich that “her” more rectangular features and vaguely unfeminine face was the result of her sex actually being that of a male.

“Nonsense, nonsense. Let me help you. Your suitcase looks dreadfully heavy. Why strain your pretty form? It really will be no trouble at all, and it is not as though I am really doing anything at the moment,” offered the Austrian in a suave tone. Of course, it would be a great deal of trouble for the pale aristocrat who absolutely never partook in heavy lifting. That was the work of servants. It would strain his “pretty form” just as much as it would this student. However, if he was going to flirt, showing off was a necessary ingredient...even if it was something he typically was unable to do.

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