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Basile Roux

Ballet tells its own story in such a way it can be received without having to be translated into language

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a character in “Oeuvre”, as played by Cayleen

Description

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"She wore the scent of early spring on her delicate neck and every kiss I stole tasted of bright yellow flowers and buzzing bees." - Michael Faudet

Dancin (KRONO Remix) - Aaron Smith

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Accent 1 #0099CC
Accent 2 #FF6666


Inspiration
An American in Paris - Dream Sequence






BASICS



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N A M E
Basile Roux
BAZ-eel roo


N I C K N A M E S
Roux (red)

A G E
20

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

N A T I O N A L I T Y
French

L A N G U A G E S
French, English

M A J O R
Double major Sculpture and Ballet

P A R T N E R
Sterling Santos



APPEARANCE



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H A I R
Ginger

E Y E S
Green

H E I G H T
5’11”

W E I G H T
150lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Easy smile
Natural ginger
Tan (still prone to burn)
Toned
Stubborn hair
Thin lips
Strong nose and jaw
Long fingers help with sculpting
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PERSONAL



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ImageL I K E S
❈Coffee – He can’t function without it
❈Avocado ice cream – He gets a lot of weird looks but it’s delicious.
❈Baths – It’s impossible to go wrong with a soothing, hot bath after a long day in the studio or on stage. He’s not afraid to luxuriate; bath-bombs and fragrant oils are a must.
❈Lavender – It smells wonderful and functions as insect repellent. What’s not to love?
❈Sunbathing – He works almost embarrassingly hard to keep his skin tan. Not an easy task considering how easily he burns.
❈Poetry - His father always kept the shelves of his study well stocked with books of poetry of varying styles. Whenever his father was away on one of his extended business trips and Basile found himself missing him, he always wound up curled in a nook of the study with a book of poetry nuzzled in his lap.
❈Nature - His mother always kept the gardener on her toes, ordering new arrangements and color schemes seemingly before the old ones could successfully take root. Because of this, the Roux's garden was constantly changing from one lavish theme to another and Basile spent many afternoons exploring the new attractions.
❈Thunder storms - The deep rumblings of thunder and soft pattering of rain are far more successful than any lullaby could hope to be.


D I S L I K E S
❈Horror Films – What? Of course it’s not because they legitimately scare him. Don’t be absurd.
❈Tea – Its bitter leaf water, how could anyone legitimately enjoy it?
❈Melted cheese – Just the thought makes him queasy.
❈Drawing – Prefers 3D methods of art.
❈Insects – Sacks of blood and interstitial fluid bathing and convulsing around their organs. So nasty.
❈Novels – Definitely more of a movie guy. Although, he doesn’t mind being read to.
❈Tuna – The smell makes him gag.


Q U I R K S
❈Movies - Cries incredibly easy. If anyone onscreen is tearing up, so is he.
❈Cigarettes – He smokes a lot.
❈Music - Listens to it on one of the lowest settings.
❈Gum – Spearmint is his favorite, but he tends to smack.


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❈Ballet – Years of training have turned him into a skillful performer.
❈Sculpting – Known for the delicate, almost whimsical appearance of his pieces.
❈Green Thumb – He’s not sure where he picked it up from, but there’s always at least one plant in his room.





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PROACTIVE | STUBBORN | ENTITLED | SUPERFICIAL | SENSITIVE

Basile is a very involved, proactive kind of person who hates being benched. He trusts his own skills above those of others and finds it incredibly difficult to hand off the baton and step out of the spotlight. It is never his intention to make someone feel less of their capabilities, he just truly believes he can do better. If anything was to go wrong he’d blame himself and beat himself up for not doing all he could. Truly, he’s a perfectionist to a fault; a bit of a handicap in his work as the beauty of a piece often lies in the imperfections.

Basile is often too prideful and stubborn to back down from an argument even when he knows he’s wrong; frequently rubbing people the wrong way with his obstinate nature. He’s rather arrogant and occasionally overwhelms himself because he overestimates his own capabilities. He is easily stressed but takes care to never let it bubble to the surface.

Raised in an upper-class environment, Basile has developed into a rather superficial individual, often judging appearance first rather than taking the time to truly get to know the person. This superficiality has a tendency to leak into Basile’s relationships and self-perception as well. He has a predisposition for vanity and can get caught up in his own appearance, gaze lingering on his reflection just a moment longer than most.

The limelight is where he feels most comfortable, thriving on the praise and adoration of others. He needs validation in all that he does and will often seek approval before he can allow himself to continue whatever it is he was doing. He takes advantage of social media for this reason, taking pictures or video of unfinished pieces and posting them in hopes of flattering commentary.

Basile is incredibly social, preferring the company of others to that of his own. When alone, his mind wonders into deep self-reflection, spiraling him into bouts of melancholy. Nights seem to be the worst for him. Lying in bed waiting for sleep, he finds it nearly impossible to evade his depressive thoughts. Often he will browse through his social media or practice routines to the point of exhaustion instead of allowing sleep to come naturally. He does not, however, mind solitude when deeply focused his art; creation and repetition serve as a sort of meditation for him. Nonetheless, because of his susceptibility to melancholy he finds it incredibly easy to empathize with others and is often the first to offer sympathy.

He comes off as confident and, in many regards, he is, but he is in no way as ‘cool’ and collected as he pretends to be. Below his cool façade lies many deeply rooted fears and insecurities, all of which he keeps to himself.




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As an only child in a well-off family, Basile was forced into a litany of different extracurriculars and clubs throughout his youth. He complained often and loudly, convinced his parents simply wanted him out of the house. That is, until he was introduced to the French Academie of Ballet. Here he quickly fell in love with the art and grace of ballet.

His progression was slow, but he eventually grew proud of his achievements and always looked forward to preforming in the academy’s productions. The cheers and applaud he would receive after a performance almost made up for his parents' rare attendance.

When his mother was home, she would gladly keep up their tradition of biweekly trips to the Louvre. It was here a deep love and appreciation for the arts was instilled. Basile was especially inspired by the ancient and striking sculptures that towered over his young frame. He eventually tried his own hand at sculpting and found it incredibly soothing. His blooming interest was quickly fortified as his achievements were immediately meet with a great deal of support and praise from his mother.

He continued with the Academie, growing stronger and more talented with age, but found is attention now divided. As he evolved as an artist, he began exploring new sculpting mediums and found metal to be the most engaging. In most of his work he would incorporate the movements he had grown so accustomed to through the Academie in humanoid figures. His preferred medium in these pieces was metal not simply due to its stimulating appearance, but also because he felt it was the only one to bring justice to the dance. For even though the sculpture looks delicate with its thin limbs and supple angles, one knows within a glance the true strength of the piece, all thanks to the medium.

When graduation came along and the opportunity to choose a university, ENSBA was an obvious first choice. His major, unfortunately was not nearly as easy to decide. He was equally torn between ballet and sculpture before ultimately deciding to forgo the decision altogether and select a double major. Basile soon found the double major was not as easy as he had hoped. His energy and focus became so divided between his social life, ballet, and sculpting it’s a wonder he hasn’t yet collapsed from exhaustion.

So begins...

Basile Roux's Story

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"... Door 301," glittering green slid from crumpled paper in hand to metal plaque affixed to a sturdy wooden door. His small smile of victory slipped from Basile's face as his key fumbled out of his grasp and he cursed under his breath, "Merde!" Stooping down, Basile glanced both ways, relived his folly was left unnoticed. Clearing his throat and brushing off his knees as he stood, the ginger quickly unlocked the door and made to enter... Only to find himself stuck. "Merde," he all but whined as his overstuffed duffle and suitcase refused to budge from their snug position in the doorframe. Basile tugged a few futile times before he collected himself and pulled, sending himself stumbling through the narrow doorway with his freed luggage.

Basile side eyed the door with as much seething heat as he could muster and straightened. Lifting his chin, the ginger lugged his bags through the short entrance hall and gave a low whistle. The place was definitely smaller than he imagined, but the two story windows were a definite nice touch. Basile set his stuff down by the spiral staircase and wandered further into the living area.

"Anyone here?" Answered with silence, Basile decided to get more aquatinted with his new home. The floor was a lovely polished wood and the upholstery a supple black leather. Basile smiled as his hand trailed along the back of the couch and he wandered towards the wall of windows. He couldn't help but grin; they had an absolutely stunning view of the Luxembourg gardens. Turning to face the direction he'd entered, Basile found the kitchen and dining table nuzzled under the extended loft. It was all very modern. He could definitely get used to this.

According to the crumpled page still clutched in his hand, Basile's room was upstairs. Grabbing his bags, he all but jogged up the spiral staircase. There were three bedrooms upstairs, and he was assigned the one furthest to the right. There were two windows, one on either side of the door, which, to be quite frank, was rather odd. Windows on the inside...? Though he did suppose he'd rather have a view of the inside of the apartment than the hallway.

Basile was pleased to find he was the first to arrive as he walked through the door and threw his duffle on the bed to the right. First come first serve! He quickly began unpacking, his clothes taking up the majority of the meager closet space. No need to fret, he left enough room for his roomate. Maybe not quite half... But enough.

Posters soon covered the wall his bed was snug against and green leafy houseplants took over his windowsill and dresser. Taking a step back, Basile allowed himself to admire his handiwork. He was nowhere near completely settled in, but he was doing a fine job so far.

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LOCATION
Résidence Sarrhail

TIME
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Adeline was glad the building had an elevator, if they hadn't she would've been forced to drag all of her luggage up three sets of stairs in order to get to her new dormitory. She was amazed at how much stuff she had. She hadn't realized how much random crap she owned until she'd started packing up her room.

"I wonder if anyone else has this much stuff in their possession..."

Looking up at the door before her, she was excited to see that the plaque read 301, which meant she wasn't lost. Adeline opened the door quietly and carefully walked inside, not wanting to scare anyone who may have gotten there first.

Adeline surveyed her surroundings, making notes in her head about random things like how big the kitchen was and what fabric the furniture was made of. It was the view from the huge windows that caught her gaze. The Luxembourg gardens - beautiful as always - were framed almost perfectly by the flawlessly clean wall of glass. The view was one thing she hadn't had before, at home or her old dorm.

Well, at least I'm here to enjoy it and not at home or otherwise.

It looked as if no one else had gotten there yet, and according to the paper she'd memorized earlier her bedroom was on the second floor, so she lugged her things up the stairs and went about trying to remember which one was hers. It was the middle room, which was somehow pleasing to her off and ecstatic mind.

The room wasn't too big nor too small, which Adeline liked. She'd grown up with a huge bedroom and had always been surrounded by too much space, whereas her old dorm room had been tiny, with barely room to walk around due to her abundance of belongings. This size was absolutely perfect for her.

Adeline didn't want to do anything that might upset her new roommate, so she simply left her bags in a neat pile by the door, then walking back out into the hall. She'd find something to do eventually. Curiously enough, she could hear footsteps coming from the room next to her. Quietly she stepped to the door and stood beside it in wait. After what may have been a long or short amount of time, a very tall boy exited, and Adeline proceeded to scare him senseless with a loud shout.

"Je suis désolée! I just knew someone else was here and couldn't help myself~"

Adeline smiled wide and took a fanciful bow, trying to imply sarcasm with her actions. "My name is Adeline Baudin, and its awfully nice to meet you kind sir~" She straightened herself and laughed lightly before waving and skipping off down the hall, not even giving him a chance to answer before she was gone.

From what she could tell, everything in the dormitory was rather modern, from the leather furniture in the parlor to the chrome appliances in the kitchen. Modern was nice. It was a relief that they didn't have old furniture that would break every other day and such, it was quite annoying when things did that.

Hm, I wonder where everyone else is...oh well, I guess I just got here early~

Adeline plopped down onto the couch and pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of the view from the window and sending it to both her sisters.



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Sterling settled against the polyester taxi-cab seat, mentally willing away the headache that began to bloom. After the painful experience of air travel (including a minor incident involving Sterling, an idiot passenger, and their incessant kicking her chair), she allowed herself to splurge a bit and take a taxi instead of trying to decipher the complex Paris Metro with all her luggage. She wasn’t a masochist. She also didn’t have the patience for the bullshit all public transportation brought. Her souring mood made the cheaper option unbearable.

Watching the gorgeous architecture of the city blur (and largely unimpressed by it), the cab maneuvered through winding streets and heavy traffic. Although the ride seemed to last forever, the driver didn’t feel the need to fill the compact car with conversation, which suited Sterling just fine. As plain white car slowed to a stop in front of the vast building; “That will be 32 Euros, mademoiselle,” informed the balding driver.

Digging through her oversized, overstuffed bag, Sterling successfully located her wallet among the debri. She nodded toward the man as she handed him the fare, scowling over the loss. She would need to convert more dollars into euros at this rate. Pulling herself out of the cab while lugging a carpetbag, purse, and pillow, Sterling was silently relieved that the driver was kind enough to unload her eyesore suitcase and giant portfolio. So relieved that she bothered with a “Merci” toward the driver. Situating her luggage, she entered the modern, air-conditioned building and found her way to the elevators.

Waiting for the elevator to reach her floor, Sterling located the package ENBSA had sent with all the necessary information and room key. Slipping the key into her pocket and rereading the slip of paper with the suite number and room location, she felt confident in surviving the last step of travel.

Dragging the deadweight of all her worldly possessions, Sterling fumbled with the key, cursing quite loudly, until the door clicked open. Not giving much of a fuck about the apartment’s furnishings and layout, she briskly advanced into the suite, pushing the door closed with her foot. Sterling ignored the blonde who was getting cozy with the couch, in favor of dragging her shit up spiral staircase. “Motherfucking shit fuckers, who designed dumbass, two story suites,” she muttered harshly as her suitcase wheels banged against each step.

The ordeal was soon over, and she was out of breath. Sterling ought to exercise more, but she loved herself too much to put herself through the pain of working out. Reaching the right-most room, Sterling dropped her portfolio and floral carpetbag onto the ground against the wall. She was more gentle with placing her purse on top of her suitcase and pillow. Stomping into her new room, Sterling faced a tall ginger. She gave him and the room a perfunctory once-over before leaving. First impression-wise, she didn’t like him. He looked snobbish and pretentious. The room, however, suited her (the plants were a nice touch). Although Sterling was used to sharing a room with two other boys, so she knew how to work with small spaces.

Mierda.”

Swinging open the door again, Sterling hauled in all her crap. Decidedly ignoring the confused roommate to situate her luggage on the bed as a staging point for unpacking.

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Cecile felt like barfing when she sat down on the train to get from her small town to the big city, Paris. She looked at her backpack full of her art supplies, and her suitcase full of clothes, and other necessary things- Like candy. The train was pretty rough, since it halted every 10 seconds, and made this annoying sound every time a person got out their seat. Cecile held onto her bag and suitcase carefully, not wanting her poor tablet to be crushed if she dropped her bag when the train halted. Thirty minutes later, Cecile stepped off the the train, like a drunken monkey, trying not to barf her insides out. She stumbled out of the train station, to be welcomed by traffic, and honking horns. It was always busy near the train station, so she didn't really care. Cecile flipped out her phone and called her favorite taxi company to come pick her up. While she was waiting, she looked around, and saw one little tree planted beside the train station. It looked funny because that small little tree was just sitting there alone, it almost made Cecile want to run over and give it a hug. Soon the taxi was here, and she jumped in, telling them to drive to Résidence Sarrhail. The guy driving was surprised she was going there, but she shrugged it off, and took the back roads to try to get there faster.

Maybe the taxi was a bit worse than the train.. The taxi driver took the back roads (which Cecile didn't mind), but he kept hitting bumps, swerving, and speeding up, which made Cecile even more motion sick. Cecile clutched onto her seat belt, taking deep breaths, she tried not to freak out, but if he hit one more bump, Cecile was about to go psycho. Soon he made it onto the main (paved, thank god) roads, and drove good enough that Cecile could take out her sketch book and draw, without stabbing herself with her pencil. She decided to sketch a humanized form of that little tree earlier, surrounded by a bunch of civilians, which represented the cars, and the traffic station. Cecile put away her pencil and grabbed a green pen, to outline the tree, to make her stand out from the crowd she drew. She soon finished it, and put away her sketch book just in time for the taxi to screech to a halt. He turned around and gave her a friendly smile. He asked for the money which she gave extra, and he called out. "Merci, mademoiselle!" {Thanks miss!} Cecile turned around and smiled back. "Pas de problème!" {no problem!} Cecile said in the nicest tone possible, and walked off to the ENSBA dorms, to travel to the suite.

When she got inside the suite, she could hear people inside already, and she smiled. "Thank god I'm not the only one here.." Cecile muttered under her breath and looked up at the spiral staircase. She groaned, but then just got over herself and grabbed her suitcase and traveled up the spiral staircase, to the bedrooms. She took the farthest left one, and sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath in. 'I hope no one heard me.. I need to calm down before I could go talk to anyone..' Cecile thought, and sighed, then she remember the blonde at the couch downstairs. 'Crap! She probably think I ignored her!' Cecile thought again and mentally slapped herself, she wanted to make a good impression, but that idea soon vanished. Soon she sat there at her bed, doodling on her tablet.

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A sudden noise and a body seemingly apparated from nowhere had Basile quite nearly leaping out of his skin. With a startled yelp, the Bluetooth speaker he was carrying flew from his hand, fumbling about just out of grasp before he finally found purchase, clutching it firmly to his chest. "Wh-what the hell?" Utterly bewildered and panting lightly, the redhead watched as the girl darted away, startled mind sluggish to keep up. "I- Okay... Then. Right." Basile rotated back towards his room, brow furrowed and blinking slowly.

As he was in the motion of placing down his speaker, the booming clap of a door being thrown nearly off its hinges sent it once more into flight before being crushed against his sternum. The ginger, frozen and hunched over his catch, whipped his head towards the entrance. Basile found himself blinking at what could only be described as a tiger of a woman. Her upper lip seemed to curl away from sharp canines, a growl ready to rip through her throat. Basile gulped. But before he could wrap his frayed wits about him, the woman stomped away. He flinched back as the door slammed behind her.

Just as he began to ease back into a sense of relative safety, the door swung open once again, the fierce women prowling closer. She moved past him, however, and Basile allowed himself to breathe.

Realizing he was still clutching the speaker in a vicelike grip, Basile relaxed his arms and gingerly set it on the dresser.

The ginger watched as what he could only assume to be his roomate unpacked. He waited a beat or two before clearing his throat, not used to being ignored. Choking down his sense of unease and throwing on one of his most winning and irresistibly charming smiles, Basile stuck out his hand. "Hello, you must be mademoiselle Santos. I'm Basile Roux. It's a pleasure." His English was heavily accented, but he'd never go about fixing it. It drove women mad. "Did you take a flight from Spain? No, no you look much too terrible for such a short flight..." The ginger removed his outreaching hand and thumbed his lower lip in thought, "Ah! It was Mexico, oui?"

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Who the hell is this pompous ass? Probably her partner and roommate, but still. Who the hell is this pompous ass. Sterling turned from all her material possessions and watched him unimpressed as the ginger’s face contoured into smile. Objectively, he had a handsome smile and face; if she was into arrogant white men, which she really wasn’t because she loved herself too much to mess with white boys. Although Sterling doubted her roommate would realize that particular fact anytime soon.

The white boy held out his hand in an attempt at formalities; Sterling just arched a well-maintained eyebrow at the offending appendage instead of completing the banal ritual of introduction.

"Hello, you must be mademoiselle Santos. I'm Basile Roux. It's a pleasure," the French man drawled, the French dripping from his words. She rolled her eyes, more bullshit pleasantries. He continued in the hard to follow accent, "Did you take a flight from Spain? No, no you look much too terrible for such a short flight...Ah! It was Mexico, oui?"

Her jaw dropped, then her mouth formed a sneer. Sterling was astonished. She paused for a moment to compose herself enough to not murder the presumptuous dick; it would be too much effort getting another partner. Murder charges would be unpleasant so early in her life. But to assume her nationality...incurred a wrath that wouldn't be easily quelled.

With a fistful of Basile’s shirt, Sterling yanked him down until they were centimeters apart. “I’m fucking American. Bitch,” she bite out, flaunting her bleach white teeth. “And it really isn't a pleasure, polla.”

Once she was certain he was quivering with fear and a few shade paler than his white before, Sterling released her iron hold on his now wrinkled shirt. She took a deep breath and turned around to start unpacking her bedsheets (she desperately needed a nap). Successfully pulling out the bedding, Sterling set the rest of her luggage on the ground; quickly and skillfully, she made her bed worthy of her sleeping form. However, she gave up unpacking the rest of her possessions in favor of searching for substance in the kitchen. Airplane food was not edible, so Sterling had forgone food for too long.

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart

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Heels clacked loudly against the concrete of sidewalks, not in the least bit rushed as Belle made her way into the wrong direction. Oblivious, although having lived in the country, and the city itself, for her entire life, the street signs and sounds of cars whirring by still managed to get her turned around. As dizzying as all the noise was, she wasn't the least bit disoriented and happily clacked her heels against the crack in the side walk, feeling that there was something stuck on the left heel. When she was satisfied that whatever it was had been removed, she continued her way onwards into the unknown.

It took another hour of walking, a stop off at a coffee shop, three thrift shops, and two boutiques, before Belle finally decided that if she took any longer reaching her destination that it would be nightfall before she reached it. While she wasn't at all concerned about being a lady walking the streets of France at night since she could easily handle herself if need be, she was more focused on the issue of not getting to greet her roommates. Surely, the foreigners would be exhausted from their long day. It was just a pity that they would probably be too tired for her to show them around the town (as if she knew where she'd take them anyway).

Hailing a cab, Belle pushed in her large suitcase, the kind that looked as if it could contain at least two bodies if she were the, er, sociopathic type. She hauled it into the cab with ease, stretching out her arms to give them a rest after spending the day wandering around aimlessly. The cabby was happy to take her to her destination, even going as far as shaking his head and denying her money when she they arrived. While Belle was flattered, she still tossed the owed amount in the man's direction, thanking him for the courtesy, and dragging her suitcase along with her towards the building.

This, she thought, gazing up at the building in question, the place she would be staying for as long as requested, the place where, hopefully, her dreams would be realized, This is the place.

When Miss Belle arrives, she arrives in style.

The door did not simply open. There were no polite knocks, no creaks of the hinges when she turned the knob. Rather, Belle purposely, quietly, subtly turned the knob so the door would open just enough, and when she was sure she wouldn't knock it off its hinges, she kicked it straight it. There wasn't a single sign of hesitation as it crashed against the inside wall (thankfully, only leaving the slightest of marks, as this was a practiced initiation and a perfected one at that). Seeing the people inside, her eyes glistened with glee at the very prospect of getting to meet new people. Not just people- Artists!

Oblivious to any current conversations being held, Belle did what she did best and claimed the attention of those in the vicinity, her voice loud, bright, and booming as she greeted the others. "Bonjour, mes gâteaux sucrés! Miss Belle has arrived to the floor. I'm excited to meet you all, especially the newcomers." And by that, she meant the foreigners, of course.

Belle circled the room, swiftly and excitedly shifting from one person to another to shake each hand, taking one of the other's in two of her own. She grabbed them each by the shoulder, greeting them with a kiss to each cheek, finally settling back to the door when she was finished to carefully shut it and grab her bag. With her suitcase in hand, she gave them each a curt wave, smiling ear to ear. "I'll be back in two clicks of these heels to collect names."

Truth told, Belle did just as promised. She found her room, dropped of her suitcase, heels, and scarf, and paraded back into the main room, opening her arms out wide. "I'm so late! Mes excuses! I want to meet each and every one of you by name- Oh!" She paused, scanning the room to see if she could guess the answer to her next question. When she couldn't, she curtly clapped her hands together. "Which one's my lucky partner? Don't be shy, we have to meet right away!"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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Basile's eyes fluttered wide as he was yanked forward, caught in the tiger's claws. That. That didn't go as planned at all. One second Basile was smiling and undoubtedly charming his way into his new roomate's heart, and the next he was staring down his own demise.

“I’m fucking American. Bitch." The ginger instinctively tried to pull back, his beautiful nose dangerously close to gnashing teeth. “And it really isn't a pleasure, polla.” Basile stumbled back as the ferocious women tossed him away and returned to ignoring him. The gall. He straightened out the new wrinkles in his shirt and opened his mouth to retort, but quickly snapped it shut when her glare caught his eye. Instead, Basile made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and stomped out the door. It was certainly not a retreat, no the battle had just begun. Basile just really needed a smoke.

'Pollo', Basile scoffed, clamoring down the stairs, who the fuck is she to call me a chicken? "Salope." He muttered under his breath, digging out a cigarette and lighter from his pockets. The ginger abjectly ignored the other roomates in favor of scanning the apartment for an open window.

Stalking across the small living area, Basile approached the East wall. The sun was starting to set and a Monet of lights began to paint the city; no doubt a breathtaking sight for someone who hadn't spent their entire life here. Basile grumbled in irritation, unable to find a way to open any of the windows. "What's the point of a wall of windows if you can't actually use them." Basile wove his way through the small gathering in the kitchen and examined the microwave. He sighed, desperate times call for desperate measures, and turned on the exhaust fan.

Lighting up his cigarette, Basile leaned back against the stovetop, careful not to jostle any knobs, and tipped his head back, exhaling a plume of smoke. He watched as the fan quickly took up the majority, saving him the trouble of disabling the smoke director. He smiled faintly around another intake, at least the American couldn't ruin smoking for him.

The setting changes from residence-sarrhail to Paris, France

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Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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As the plane approached its destination to the city of love, a young Korean woman plastered her face against the window next to her. A soft smile crept to her rosy lips as the decent beneath the clouds revealed more of the beautiful scenery. The sky was blue, the clouds were stretched like pulled cotton, and the city below was sprawled out in entrancing geometric shapes. What a day to start a new adventure.

After moving at a snail’s pace through customs and retrieving her luggage, Choon-Hee Song exited the airport with a spring in her step - overwhelmed with excitement to embrace her new home. The hustle and bustle of Paris reminded her of home in Busan, South Korea, just without the salty air from the sea port. People and cars rushed past, unaware of the curious young woman watching them with growing amazement. She had never been outside of her own country, never been exposed to a different culture in such an intense manner, and to think she was blessed with the opportunity to finish her studies in one of the most famous cities in the world! Her exhilaration could not be contained.

Seeming to forget that she was due to arrive to the student apartments, Choon-Hee clutched her powder blue sunhat to her head and hurried off to explore the wondrous new city. Shop after shop lined the enchanting cobblestone streets enticing her with beautiful handmade bobbles and trinkets. Her large rolling luggage clacked against the cobblestone loudly earning confused looks from the locals, which the young woman did not appear to notice. Absorbed in her own amazement, she wandered about the streets taking in all of the intricacies of the ornate architecture and the vibrant culture surrounding her. Only the smell of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery snapped her out of her trance, as she became aware of her monstrous hunger.

After purchasing a scrumptious chocolate covered pastry from the bakery, Choon-Hee seated herself at a small table outside to admire more of her surroundings. The multicolored boutiques across the street humming with people, the sweet sound of fluent French buzzing in the air, and the chocolaty goodness of the pastry combined into a serene sense of happiness. She must capture this moment. Digging through her backpack, she gently retrieved her beloved Nikon camera, secured it around her neck, and then proceeded to snap photos of the street and the people walking down it.

Suddenly Choon-Hee’s attention turned from the whole of the street to a singular figure. A woman cut through the crowd, striding confidently in heels, dragging a large luggage in tow. The scene’s aesthetic resonated within the photographer – she must act quickly before the moment was gone forever. Like a lioness readying to pounce, Choon-Hee lowered herself to get a better angle. Her brow furrowed in concentration. There, perfect! Her camera snapped multiple times, capturing the scene in a pristine manner.

As the woman became only a blot in the distance, the photographer triumphantly straightened herself and proceeded to investigate her prize. The soft smile returned as she flipped through her recent photos, pride swelling within her especially when viewing the newest snapshots of the mysterious woman.

Choon-Hee’s musings over her handiwork were cut short after the atmosphere began to turn from a bright blue to a soft sleepy orange. Looking up into the sky, the young woman started in realization that night was approaching and she had no idea where she was in relevance to where she needed to be. She fished her phone out of her backpack as she returned to her seat by the bakery and typed in the name of the apartments where she would be staying. The phone reported back that it would take around fifteen minutes by car to arrive at Résidence Sarrhail, prompting a frown from the student. While Choon-Hee would never pass up the opportunity to take a walk during a sunset, she was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the long flight creep up on her. She quickly hailed down a cab, relieved when she was able to rest her aching legs for a little while.

Once she arrived at the apartment building, Choon-Hee paid the driver with euros and a polite “Merci” before he waved goodbye and proceeded to his next customer. The young woman then began to make her way up to door 301, excited but also somewhat nervous to meet her new roommates. She wondered how it would be like to live with nine other artists – like living in an intense bubble of creativity. When she arrived at the door, she searched again in her bag for her key, noting that a number of voices could be heard from within. As usual, her lollygagging caused her to be late, but at least she had gotten some good shots during the day. The door opened with a click of the key and she dragged her luggage over the threshold and then quietly shut the door.

Many of her new roommates were gathered on the main floor introducing themselves to each other. Before introducing herself, Choon-Hee took a second to scan each new face. A light-haired man stood looking into the empty fridge, a short blue-haired woman was investigating the kitchen, a tall ginger-haired man was curiously leaning backwards under the microwave (was he smoking?), a dark haired woman was standing in the doorway addressing someone, and – wait, what? The young photographer’s face flushed slightly as she recognized the woman in the living room; she was the confident woman Choon-Hee had photographed while in the city! Frozen in the doorway, Choon-Hee came to the realization that not only was the confident woman even more radiant up close, she also was her roommate. She had photographed her roommate.

Her blush deepened in her embarrassment and she sheepishly sneaked away towards her room, hopping that she was not noticed – although improbable with so much luggage weighing her down. Entering her room, she parked her luggage near the empty bed, laid her backpack down, and then sighed both from left over embarrassment as well as exhaustion. Next time she has luggage, sight-seeing will not be an option. She turned around and caught sight of a dark headed boy unpacking various videogame related posters and figurines. Assuming he was her partner, Choon-Hee took a small step closer and gave a small bow along with a smile. “Bonjour, you must be Vinh. I’m Choon-Hee Song. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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The setting changes from paris-france to Résidence Sarrhail

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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▌ LOCATION: RESIDENCE SARRHAIL ; KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM
▌DIALOUGE: #D2242C
▌THOUGHTS: #DBB3A1

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        There were many things Adrian had been prepared for, but the almost comical personalities of the apartment attendees was not one of them. Watching from the safe environment that was the kitchen he let the scene before him roll out wondering when it would be appropriate to insert himself into the conversation.

        The girl with blonde hair was peculiar, for it wasn’t very often that someone would introduce themselves with the knowledge of not only theirs but the other person’s name as well. As she rose from an exaggerated bow she commented on the fact that she hadn’t decided which bed should be hers.

        Adrian rolled his eyes in a way that said more than he ever could. Adeline was a character, and if he hadn’t the foresight to look up the other members of the house hold he would have incorrectly assumed her to be a thespian.

        Slowly Adrian was beginning to realize that he would be better off in his own room waiting for his room mate than interrupting a ‘declaration of friendship.’ But as he was about to do that a voice called out to him asking him the very same question.

        “Would you like to be friends too?” he stopped in his tracks and looked at the person in question. It was a bit awkward for someone to ask if they could ‘be friends’ for Adrian thought it to be a natural occurrence rather than a forced one, but despite that fact he couldn’t help but smile and nod in acceptance.

        “Um, bonjour Je m'appelle Adrian, enchanté,” he walked toward the pair and reached out his hand in hand shake. He realized there that Erza despite appearing male had smaller hands than he anticipated, and upon further notice had a higher pitched voice than the average male. “That’s fine with me, and I do believe shopping is in order.”

        However as Adrian was to ask what room they were in a woman with a pretty shade of red (blonde?) hair came flying in and took the apartment by storm. But as quickly as she came she left and Adrian could only pale when he realized which room she stormed into.

        Having read about his partner he knew they would be a bit eccentric, but what he was presented with was something more than that. “Which one's my lucky partner? Don't be shy, we have to meet right away!” Adrian didn’t want to speak up, but knew it was rude to ignore her request and as such introduced himself the same way he did when meeting Erza and Adeline.

        “Do you need help unpacking Miss Belle?” he completely ignored the fact hat he too also had to shove his clothing into a closet, but he didn’t have very many things so he thought why not procrastinate. “We were going to head out to the store afterwards, would you care to join us?”

        The sound of the vent turning on however caught his attention to a woman with blue haired trying to do the same thing he had a few minutes earlier, and a man smoking underneath the stove fan. These people were hardly what Adrian thought his college life would bring, but it just as welcome as anything else he encountered.

        “If you must smoke, please step outside to do so.” Adrian didn’t hate smoking nor was he against the act, but the smell would stick to anything it could and never go away. He had learned that from years of living with a daily smoker, “And we’re about to head out for groceries, or if any of you would rather we could dine at a restaurant,” he directed his first statement more at the female, but let the question be open ended so anyone could answer.

        A girl with short black hair walked into the apartment and blushed when she caught sight of Belle and quickly turned toward the last remaining room. He quirked an eyebrow up but decided her behavior was nothing unusual. “So, what room have you two claimed?”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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#EE105A ✿ Kaori Miyazono ✿ #0076A4



"I would love to, Adeline, I really would."

A bright smile crossed Adeline's face as she heard those words, and she was glad she'd made the decision to ask. She watched Erza walk out into the hall and followed her out, silently eavesdropping as she asked the blonde boy downstairs if he also wanted to be friends. This Erza character was pretty awesome so far.

Adeline listened quietly as the two conversed, observing their words and everything else in the room: the blue-haired woman who had come down to search the refridgerator, the ginger male who was smoking near her. She didn't react very dramatically when the door crashed open, though her curiosity perked up. Slowly she scooted to where she could see the pretty woman who had entered.

The woman introduced herself as Miss Belle, and Adeline made the assumption that she meant Cyrille Bellerose. She called out to the group asking who her partner was and the blonde male - Adrian, as she'd learned his name was - claimed the position. The two seemed like complete opposites in Adeline's eyes.

Adrian offered to help Belle with her immense luggage, and then invited her and the others in the room to join them on their quest for groceries, which Adeline thought would be more fun with more people. The more the merrier, right?

"Maybe we could have the whole dormitory join our shopping adventure~"

Adeline spoke, directing it towards no one in particular, and continued watching the events below. A black-haired girl walked in and Adeline noticed her walking into Vinh's room. She still had to say hi to him, since she hadn't earlier. Her attention was directed back to Adrian when he asked her and Erza which room was theirs.

"Ours is the middle one! It satisfies my aesthetic~"

Her views on silly things like aesthetic made life more interesting for Adeline, despite how simply random they were. "So, do you guys think we'd all be okay going grocery shopping at night? My sisters say all the creepy people go roam around after dark." Adeline laughed playfully at her own comment.

Adeline pulled away from the railing and went back into her room, searching through her bag and pulling out her purse before hopping back out into the hall, closing the door behind her. "So, who all wants to come along?"

Hopping over to the room left of hers and Erza's, Adeline knocked lightly on their slightly open door before poking her head in. "We're all going grocery shopping, if you'd like to come along!" She waved to them and went back over to Erza. Grabbing her wrist, she gently pulled her new roommate with her down the stairs to where everyone else was, letting go at the bottom and skipping over to Vinh's room and also poking her head in. "Hey Vinh, Bella Ragazza, the great moi was wondering if you two would like to accompany us on our grocery shopping trip~"

Adeline sent a wink and a double-guns finger motion towards them and popped back out of their room, leaving them to their decision, and walking back to the group. "They'll come if they want to~ Anyways, we should go before dark."

Bella Ragazza: Pretty Girl | Italian | In reference to Choon-Hee Song



Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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mac#2032B4 - DIALOGUE
mac#B81E21 - THOUGHTS

At least his roommate seemed nice enough; he couldn't imagine he'd get along with some diva. Or maybe she was one and was just keeping it under wraps for now? It was a bit too early to tell. Wouldn't matter much in the long run, as they'd likely be too engrossed in trying to finish their term project. Whatever they came up with, Wyatt wouldn't settle for something mediocre. Language wouldn't be an issue, as she replied to him easily in English.

"Ah, your lines are smooth and flow well." It was the first thing he noticed from the image. The sketching reminded him a lot of his sister's style when she was younger and went through an all-anime phase. Liesel had since outgrown it, but its influence remained evident in her work. "It's architecture. I design buildings."

From the open door, the sounds of conversation filtered through; it seemed others had arrived. He gave it a look, feeling reluctant to go downstairs with a crowd, but knowing he had to grab his things from the couch. "I'm guessing everyone's arrived by now; we should introduce ourselves when we can. I'll go down ahead and collect the rest of my stuff." With that, he left, closing the door behind him with his foot so she wouldn't be bothered by the noise if she decided to stay in.

Andaming tao. (A lot of people.) He'd silently made his way down the steps, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he did. From what he'd heard on the way down, it sounded like some of them were headed out to do groceries. Oh yeah, our pantry's probably empty. The rest of his luggage remained untouched, and he reached then swung both onto his left shoulder, wincing a bit at the sudden weight. The tube that contained his portfolio wasn't the problem; it was his duffle bag of clothes that contained the bulk of the weight.

He listened in on them as he adjusted the straps, frowning as he realized he likely wouldn't be involved in the day trip. He needed to set-up and unpack his things after all. Just figuring out how to stow his multiple prints was going to take half an hour.

Wyatt didn't feel 100% comfortable joining the conversation, but his need for efficiency far outweighed his antisocial tendencies. After all, he had no idea just how familiar these people were with housekeeping. "If you're all heading out, exchange phone numbers." The fact he used English in a fully French conversation was a bit jarring, calling a lot of attention to himself unintentionally. With an inaudible sigh, he brought out his own phone, new sim card already in place from when he'd set it at the airport. "There are other things we need besides food, like cleaning supplies and basic medications. I can compile a list and text it once I see what we have."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Adrian Voss

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"Which one's my lucky partner?" Lucky indeed. Basile sat up from his stovetop perch and couldn't help his wandering gaze. The woman was gorgeous. Flowing red locks, a delicate yet confident body, and oh those lips; those beautiful, luscious lips. Basile stubbed out his cigarette on the stove top and tossed it, eyes trained on the stunning woman and zeroing in.

A commanding voice, however, halted the ginger in his tracks. Basile narrowed his eyes, stalking forward, and loomed slightly over the blonde man; he didn't like his tone. "If there was a balcony, I'd gladly smoke there, if I had a window in my room, I'd probably smoke there as well, if I could get the bloody windows to open I'd even do it there. But I can't. And I'm not about to go down three flights to smoke only to come right back up again." He did not like being told what to do. Looming only a second longer, Basile turned and sauntered back towards the entrancing redhead.

"If you're all heading out, exchange phone numbers," Came an abrupt, English voice from the stairs. Basile grinned, that guy had the right idea.

The tall man continued speaking, however, and Basile restrained a sigh. He would admit these were all important and essential things they needed, and it was good to know someone was on top of it all, but now was not the time. The ginger had other things on his mind. Namely, a gorgeous young woman he had yet to introduce himself to.

"And that, is an adventure for another day," he addressed the blue haired man at the base of the stairs, "You all just got here and the sun is going down. No time to go shopping." Basile wasn't particularly fond of the English language, but for the sake of the transfers he'd acquiesce. "Relax, take in some of that fresh Paris air, and get some food. My vote's takeout." Basile kept his easy grin trained on the flawless young woman, only occasionally looking away to engage the rest of the room. "There's a great Thai place not too far from here. Or," green eyes pointedly rolled towards his aggressive roomate, "an American bistrot if you aren't comfortable branching out." Basile turned to face the rest of the students, hands emphasizing his words, "But I suppose you transfers are looking forward to that world famous French cuisine. I'm sure Benji's still delivers.

"Then again, if you'd all prefer a sit-in restaurant," Basile glanced at Belle, a small smile dancing across his lips, "I'm sure miss... Belle was it? Has exquisite taste."

Basile turned in closer to the redhead, smiling and gently reaching for her hand, "Hello, I'm Basile Roux," the French rolled from sly lips, eloquent and soft, "ever the pleasure to meet you." The ginger's smile only grew as he took a moment to pull out his phone, "Cool and Collected over there," Basile jerked a thumb back towards the man by the stairs, "definitely had a point. Exchanging numbers makes sense." Basile sent him a silent thank you, he just made the entire process that much easier.

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Cecile felt warm when Wyatt complimented her, but once he left, she realized- She'd have to go downstairs to introduce herself. She couldn't just be, "The ghost of Résidence Sarrhail". But wasn't she always like that? Even in her busy- But small hometown, she had 0- Well maybe one friend, and that was her dog. Cecile sat back down, rubbing her arm. She looked down at her clothes, which were messy, and her face had dirt on it. "Hmm. I should change clothes.. Maybe then I'll actually go downstairs." Cecile stretched out, and spoke freely, since Wyatt wasn't in the room. Cecile finally got up, and locked the door to the room- In case Wyatt, or anyone else decided to come in while she was changing. Soon she was out of her, clothes, and put on brand new ones.

Soon she went out to brush her hair, teeth, and face- But she was only going to really focus on face- Especially the dirt. She was in the bathroom, looking around at it's gorgeous architecture. She then started to pull out her hairbrush, and tooth brush from her 'bathroom bag'. She started to brush her teeth, for an exact two minutes, then combed, and brushed her hair, and put them into two individual braids. The last part she scrubbed her face off with a little face towel she had brought, and wet down. Now, she was ready to go downstairs.

She stepped out the bathroom and looked down the stairs, where everyone was. She took a huge breath, and started her way down. She felt like a princess, going down the swirling stairs, but she probably looked nothing like one. Soon she was downstairs, and the only person she recognized was Wyatt, though he probably wanted to be left alone by her- because they're going to spend most of their free time with each other soon. She saw a beautiful, but spunky woman- She thought she heard her name was Belle? A blonde girl, and back haired boy, who looked very friendly. Two blonde haired guys, one who was smoking, and the other one was helping Belle. She finally decided to speak up when they were talking about eating out, and maybe shopping. "B-Bonjour.. May I please come to dinner with all of you?" Cecile spoke in a quiet, shaky voice, because she was never good with huge crowds. She stood there awkwardly, right beside the stairwell, smiling- And hoping they didn't think she was a complete weirdo.

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Belle wasn't unused to people ignoring her large and loud splays of excitement, and especially wasn't concerned when she wasn't met with the utmost of enthusiasm when she came bursting into the apartment like the baton tosser of the parade after what was surely, for most of them, a long, draining day. She would have to admit, now that her feet were out of those nasty heels and she had her sock-covered toes sinking into what felt like a carpet suited for sleeping on, she didn't really as energized as she had when she first arrived. Of course, she was still as bright as ever. It took a lot to push that down. She was either up or she was down, but she knew when it was time to relax. Usually, anyway. She'd give the poor people a day before she hounded them into action.

She sized up the man who introduced himself as her roommate (took him long enough), finding calm in his lax exterior. Contary to popular belief, Belle preferred the relaxed types, those with lesser levels of energy than her own. Those who were bouncing off the walls all the time grew boring in length doses. The calmer, quieter types were easier to handle, and tended to be much easier to drag along, rather than they wanting to drag her along. She would much rather have people follow her plans than have to drag along after someone else.

Just when Belle was deciding on opting out on the ever-so-exciting activity of venturing to the grocery store, of all places in all of Paris to go, her thoughts were cut short just as one other seemed to read her mind. Her thoughts, as the man turned his attention to her--as was bound to happen to anyone within the vicinity eventually--simply fell flat, as the words rolled out just as so, "Oui, Belle. What a charmer." It wasn't as true, but she enjoyed the extra attention, so she couldn't complain. I can see there are some who need an eye kept on them.

"Numbers, is it? As good an idea as ever," she agreed. Seeing such a phone slipping from the pocket of Basile's pants, Belle took it upon herself to snatch it up without a care for privacy, slipping it open and putting in her number. It was under the name Cyrille followed by two hearts, a star, and a happy emoticon. After handing the phone back to him, she turned to the others, clasping her hands together. "I have to agree with these boys on takeout. It's late and we're young! I vote on takeout, showers, and then getting our pretty butts into bed. We all have a big day tomorrow, don't we?" Naturally, every day was a big day when Miss Belle was involved.

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        Adrian handled the situation that was Basile as he would handle any other, very badly. On the outside his facial expression didn’t move but his thoughts were running for a proper response to such a brash statement. However he soon realized that a man like that wouldn’t take no for an answer and so opted to stay silent with a noncommittal shrug.

        He turned his attention toward Belle, but having not received a response to his earlier question he assumed she already unpacked her things, and so instead followed Adeline up to where she and Erza shared a room. Although just as quickly as ran up the stairs she turned the conversation around to aesthetics and potential creepers.

        It was amusing to see such a hyperactive person, but at the same time he didn’t think he would be able to share a room with her for a year. Exciting is nice, but exhaustion isn’t.

        “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he stated as he began his descend downstairs, “Besides attackers target people who are secluded, not groups.” He had no concrete facts, but common sense dictated that a person would be stupid to attack six people all by their self.

        A voice behind him startled him and as he turned around he saw a man with dark blue hair and a dark complexion. He was interesting and the way he held himself showed just how uncomfortable he was. Despite using English in a French conversation almost everyone agreed and Adrian found it a bit odd that many of them knew three or more languages.

        The man he remembered from the paper as Wyatt then suggested they all exchange phone numbers and so he did just that, first and foremost asking his room mate for theirs.

        At the base of the staircase another voice joined the conversation and timidly she asked if she could join in for dinner. He didn’t smite but a nod of his head and a response of, “It is an apartment dinner and you are a tenet aren’t you?” He might have come off as snarky, but his intentions were harmless and it was his own fault for not watching his intonations.

        On terms of food however Basile suggested a Thai restaurant , American bistro, or French takeout. Adrian didn’t have an opinion on food and so let the others take charge of that, however at the instruction of Belle who would prefer take out he quietly walked to his room and unpacked his laptop. With a silent frenzy he looked for a manilla folder and after what seemed to be forever he found it in his camera case. Quickly he unhooked his camera from his neck and began to scan the papers for the wifi password.

        A week before he left for Oeurvre he requested a folder rather than an e-mail where he was given a key, a few papers about his parter and other tenets along with what the password to the wi-fi was.

        With cold fingers he found the wifi name - ‘Sarrhail 301’ - and typed “BeauxArts” for access to the world wide web.

        He brought it out to the living room where everyone was still conversing and sat down on the couch where he then googled for, “Benji take out menu.” Adrian set the laptop down on the coffee table and waved his room mate over along with anyone else who would care for take out.

        “I’m guessing we could walk to pick it up, or have it delivered here,” he looked toward Basile in a silent question asking how far it was,”Either way here’s the menu if you would care to look at it.”

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They heard him out, which was all that mattered to Wyatt really. He was too tired for niceties and polite talk; not that he'd ever been partial to either, but he usually at least tried to show decent manners. At the very least, he was coming off a lot nicer than Mr. Cool here, finding the blond's response to Cècile rather curt. It wasn't really his problem, so he chose to ignore it in favor of putting down his bag and portfolio down on the couch again. It felt odd to leave in the midst of the conversation, especially since he'd been the one to insist they all exchange phone numbers.

He handed his roommate his own phone as she came near, already set-up for a new contact. "Just type in your info and then send yourself a text or missed call." He kept an ear on the conversation, and approached the monitor when the blond had motioned them over, but quickly gave up as he skimmed the menu. It wasn't that he didn't understand any of it; he just didn't know what any of the food contain. His own family had been more partial to Asian cuisine so naturally, his knowledge when it came to food extended to what he'd grown up on.

When the choice between takeout and delivery came, Wyatt didn't hesitate to give his opinion. "Delivery's more practical; there are eight of us so carrying the food would be troublesome to those going. Not to mention we can offset the delivery cost as it is." Quite frankly, he simply wasn't up for trying to decipher a map on where this Benji place was. He didn't doubt that if they made them go pick it up, the task would fall on Sir Suave here and one other person.

Long fingers took back his phone as Cecile finished, handing the thin black device to Adrian. He could figure out how to add himself his contacts, right? "Same drill. Feel free to have it leave a missed call so you have mine."

When his company turned to silence as the mulled over their options or punched in numbers, his focused turned to the larget set of windows that lined one of the walls. Dark blue eyes looked to the darkening sky outside, a hint of dismay evident. He'd been looking forward to exploring the nearby area, but he supposed he was tired and jetlagged from his journey.

"So, are we having Benji's?"

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"The person who was originally supposed to participate had to leave. Do you think you'll be able to take their place on such short notice?"

"Of course! Merci madame, I'll start packing now. Good day to you." The line went dead as Dane Virginie hung up, and Livie could only jump excitedly in place at the news. She actually got into the program. She really did. Of course, she hoped nothing bad had happened to the original participant, but quite frankly, her happiness at being given the chance overshadowed any feelings of concern. The news was well-received by her mothers, who made noises about missing her, to which she simply laughed and gave them an affectionate hug.

"Oh don't worry Mama; we live in Paris so it won't be difficult to make time to visit." Truth be told, she actually had no need for the apartment provided with the program, which was likely a factor as to why she didn't make the initial cut. But there was no use worrying over details such as those. "Now help me pack! I'll need all the help I can get if I'm to make it by dinner."

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Rather than bring all her things, her birth mother decided it would be easier to drop off majority of her things tomorrow on her way to work. That was how she only wound up bringing a large backpack to Résidence Sarrhail, letting her have the pleasure of time. She'd have arrived earlier but then she'd decided to take a small... okay, large detour. Was she to blame that there was a beautiful garden right next to their apartment building? It was the perfect place to hunt materials for next project.

Which would explain that by the time she stepped into Room 301, she looked liked she'd crawled through dirt, with leaves stuck in her long blonde hair and a sizeable pile of twigs nestled in her arms. Next to her less than charming appearance, her trademark smile seemed blindingly bright.

"Hello everyone!" Making herself right at home, she placed her haul on the coffee table next to Adrian's laptop, uncaring of the dirt she was possibly bringing in. "Adeline Baudin had to drop out of the program due to some family circumstances, so I'll be the one to take her place."

"I'm Livie Brisbois, a multi- oh!" Golden eyes lit up in recognition at the sight of the ginger. She practically launched her small form at him, nearly toppling the both of them over if Basile weren't used to her antics by now. The French she spoke was fast and excitable, practically gibberish to those who weren't used to the language. "Basile! I actually got into the program. Aren't you happy for me? I was so heartbroken when I got the news that I wasn't chosen."

After finally letting go of her deathhold on the taller male (and probably accidentally rubbing some of her filth onto him), she finally addressed the rest of the group, continuing to speak in her fast-paced French.. "Who's my partner? I got so excited that I didn't even read the letter yet and just asked Madame Virginie about the address."