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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 15, 2012 19:44:14 GMT -5
Ever since the marker board incident in his dorm room, Alfred was a little wary of hallways. He would curl into himself a little, embarrassed. If he was stopped by someone questioning him about it, he laughed it off like it never happened or he lied about it.
Though it seemed no matter how many times he lied about it, it got worse. Alfred sighed and slowly began to accept it. He wanted to talk to Arthur about it mostly. He liked Ivan, even asked him out.
He was a bit more comfortable with it now. And he got an idea. He could make a support group for kids like that! He grinned and immediately went to the school board to ask permission for his club. They gave him the time slot and the rules and he set about making flyers and talking to people about it.
So now here he was, first day the club was opened, and he was waiting to see how many people would show. He was early, but he was still incredibly antsy about people coming. He hoped nobody came in just to ridicule him or something.
Being early, he set about making some paper swans. He hung a few from the cieling to decorate. Maybe a nicer atmosphere would make people seem more at home?
He had invited Ivan, but wasn't entirely sure if the other would show. Alfred quietly began doodling on some paper.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 16, 2012 13:13:47 GMT -5
Arthur wasn't normally the type to join clubs. But he'd read in one of those detective books you have to mengle with people and not entirely isolate yourself in order not to attract suspicion towards you. Now, he wasn't going to join any sport clubs or so, he refused to show his physical abilities to an enemy. He wasn't very strong or tall, but he was fast.
So he crossed out those options mentally as he looked at the notice board. Cooking club- wait they banned him from any activities that involved cooking. Just as he considered joining the readers club, his eyes fell on a flyer of a newly formed club. He studied it for a bit. LGBT, formed by Alfred F. Jones.
It was a bit surprising Alfred had formed a club that wasn't a "Hero appreciation club" or just "Hero club" something along the lines. Though it wasn't very surprising Alfred established an LGBT club. He was suspecting the boy liked Ivan, but he wasn't too sure about it. Frankly, he couldn't care less about Alfred's sexuality.
He checked the room and wandered off to there. Arthur was bisexual himself, he had been picked on when he had asked another boy out, luckily Alfred had been there to save him. Anyway he was just joining this club to support Alfred of course!
He knocked on the openstanding door and noticed Alfred was already busy preparing. "Need any help?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Aug 17, 2012 20:30:05 GMT -5
Lovino let out a huff of breath as he glanced back at the wrinkled flyer in his hand. It wasn't like he needed to go to something like this. He didn't care what anyone though about him...Did he? The question hung in his mind, annoying him since he found the brightly colored flyer taped to his door. "What are you so fucking worried about idiota?They're gays not Nazis!"The teen spat reaching up and running a hand through his hair.
Honestly Lovino wasn't even sure what compelled him to keep the damn flyer in first place. Any other flyer would have just been ripped down and thrown away, not crumpled up and put in his pocket to be looked at again later. So there he was, pacing back an forth in his room, reading over that stupid flyer over and over again. What did it matter what gender he liked? He was at this school to train, not to find a boyfriend....or whatever.
'What could it hurt?' A little voice that sounded suspiciously like his brother's pestered him. All the ridicule bullying from his elementary and middle school days flooded Lovino's mind making him grimace and grip the paper tighter in his hand. Without any further deliberation he snatched up his bag and headed toward the room.
Nervousness bubbled in Lovino's stomach but he brushed off the unwanted feeling, crossing his arms over his chest and letting annoyed scowl fall unto his face. He stopped just outside the doorway where another boy was waiting. "You going to stand in the door all evening or are we going in?"He snapped, his question coming out lot harsher than he intended.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 19, 2012 19:14:44 GMT -5
Alfred looked up from his doodling and paper crane making. His grin instantly widened when he saw Arthur at the doorway. He wasn't expecting him to show! Sure, he'd put up a few signs and talked to Arthur about his.......feelings and stuff, but he didn't know he'd come!
He got up from the desk and bolted towards Arthur, embracing him in a big bear hug. "Arty! You came!" He gave one of his signature smiles, beaming at him.
Alfred looked up over Arthur and saw another boy. "Hey there! I'm Alfred! What's your name?" He grinned, holding out his hand.
"Anyway! You guys wanna come in and help decorate? You're a little early so you can help making stuff to put around the room!" It would be a little more helpful if he could get other people to make things too. He handed them each a few pieces of paper and put some origami paper on the floor so the three of them could work together on it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 20, 2012 15:02:21 GMT -5
Arthur froze for a second at the voice behind him. "A-ah sorry." he blushed slightly in embarassment for blocking the doorway and quickly stepped inside. He didn't want to get in a fight with another clubmember.
His cheeks reddened even more when Alfred surprised hugged him. This was really an invasion of his private space and a hug in public? couldn't he for once have some decency and not hug him in front of others. It was embarassing. "O-of course I came." he said with a slight pout.
He coughed and unwrinkled his clothes by stroking them flat as Alfred had finally let him go. He didn't really like people invading his personal space without a warning. He smiled politely at the other boy who didn't look all too happy. "And I'm Arthur, his friend." he added.
Arthur shrugged and nodded. "Sure, why not." he followed Alfred over to the place where everything had been layed out and sat down on the floor. |
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Post by Bryn Llewellyn on Aug 21, 2012 15:45:03 GMT -5
Bryn looked at the somewhat crinkled flyer in his hand, then up at the door. He was a little nervous. Not so much over someone seeing him be here. He didn't really mind if anyone knew about his sexuality, and since he lived in the male dorm, it shouldn't take long for everyone to realise that he wasn't a girl.
Still, he had no idea how one of these clubs worked. They had them back in Wales, yes, but he'd never actually went to one. He knew he'd only have to deal with more gried at home if he'd joined a group so against his fathers approval, and he'd already had more than an earful from the man about his taste in clothes.
But he wasn't in Wales anymore, and his father was far out of sight and mind. So for once, he could finally see one of these clubs for himself. It was a small taste of freedom, really. Now, he didn't have to worry about being lectured or the constant reminders of what an embarrassment he was. If he didn't walk in, it's because he didn't want to.
In his yellow summer dress and matching slippers, the rather effiminate looking Welshman stepped in. He looked around nervously at the three men already there. "Oh, uh, hullo." he greeted with a light curtsy. "I'm Bryn, uhh... I'm a boy." He greeted, feeling it was necessary. After all, with his androgynous features and voice, it wasn't uncommon for him to be mistaken for a flat chested girl. "Am I early? I could come back later."
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Post by Joris van der Haven on Aug 23, 2012 7:48:23 GMT -5
Joris was headed towards the gym when he spotted the unfamiliar stack from the corner of his eyes. Its boisterously bright colours contrasting harshly with the other flyers with little shame as it announced the new and somewhat unusual club.
Long fingers reached for the flyers, automatically picking one that was entirely unscathed and he studied the cheery piece of paper for a moment.
Admittedly, he was curious as to who would show up, and while Alfred could be all sorts of exasperatedly annoying, the boy’s disappointment was somehow hard to look at. It couldn’t hurt to drop by for a sec, so he adjusted his course towards the designated room.
He strolled through the entrance with one hand in his pocket and the other giving a customary knock for good measure.
“Hey.” He greeted non-specifically, spotting a pretty girl he hadn’t seen before, probably a freshman judging by her lithe and undefined figure, and Alfred surrounded by half-finished and somewhat ill-proportioned birds.
Seeing Arthur here made him bristle just the slightest bit. Well as long as Steef knew, it wasn’t his business.
“I was just curious.” He said putting the still neat and smooth flyer back on a left over stack as if it hadn’t just transversed half the school with him. “About your club activities.”
He sat down his sport’s back and leaned against the wall, tapping one of the white swans that hung from the ceiling,so that it flew in small circles for a while.
“Need some help?”
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Aug 23, 2012 16:29:53 GMT -5
Lovino flinched peppy voice of the unfamiliar blonde. "I guess I can help. My name is Lovino." He sighed with a poor attempt at a smile that ended up looking like a cross between a grimace and a snarl. He trailed after the English boy...Arthur was it? He sat down hesitantly, a bit away from Arthur, eyes locked on the ground and the paper that was scattered across it. He reached out with a slight tremble in his hands and snatched up some paper then began folding it.
The sound of a new voice made him tense and turn around toward its source. 'That's a boy?!' Lovino blinked in mild surprise before coughing and muttering out a sharp, "Ciao." to the new arrival, taking a moment to look the boy up and down. "Nice dress." He mumbled, nodding toward Bryn's chosen attire and hoping he didn't come across sarcastic. Honestly it was nice...just not something he was used to seeing another male wearing.
The Italian had just turned back to his soon-to-be paper cat when yet another foreign voice made his ears perk in faint interest. He glanced from the teen to the bag he carried before letting out a huff and returning his focus to his work. Athletes, Lovino knew from previous experience, tended to be total jerks. At least most of them he recalled thinking back he knew a handful who would classify as “tolerable”. That said the sophomore tended to avoid those more “athletically inclined” individuals, choosing instead to fall in with the socially awkward outcasts. Not even bothering to spit out a hello to the stranger, Lovino turned his back to the door and glared at the blue paper in his hands with a newly acquired fascination.
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Post by Joris van der Haven on Aug 31, 2012 6:47:14 GMT -5
The Dutchman watched the flying swan twirl and eventually spin into a halt. He resisted tapping it anew, sighing inaudibly. During his latest assessment, he had been told that his lack of enthusiasm to enhance his communicative skills were hampering his progression as a future agent. He had nodded politely and kept his opinion unexpressed. A feat in itself.
It wasn’t that he was that bad at reading signs, just that he did not always react in the way people wanted. Nor did he always find words all that necessary. He liked to entertain the notion that this was not really his problem, but now he had to make it one.
So here he was. Taking a haphazard take at a social event, playing by the rules, and so far he was met with something barely short of disdain.
It was all going down splendidly.
He looked at huffing boy’s defensively turned back. Resting his eyes in quiet observation for a moment. His tenseness was almost tangible, the set of his shoulders frail but determined. His radiance spelling a defensive hostility, but that was not all, and he found himself curious.
Joris figured his perception of personal space was perhaps quite a bit wider than average. So he walked over, just short of where he figured the threshold of something undoubtedly sacred was, and slid down against the wall nonchalantly, crossing his long legs and picking up a piece of bright blue paper, turning it in his fingers.
ooc: I waited a week but no one else posted, so I figured I’m good replying
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 2, 2012 8:42:04 GMT -5
Arthur shifted as the Italian boy sat down next to him. Admittedly he came off a bit scary. Then again, he himself could come of quite harsh on the outside too sometimes, so he decided to give him a chance.
He wasn't really good when it came to socializing and just followed lovino's example to grab a piece of paper and fold it in silence to a swan. It was good he'd learned how to do this, he didn't want to ask anyone for help with it as the atmosphere was rather awkward in this room.
He looked up when a girl entered. Oh wait it was a boy. Well it was kind of hard to tell when he's wearing a dress. Well everyone needs a hobby, right? "Hello, I'm Arthur. It's uhm nice to meet you." he said with a gentle smile. Still this whole group felt extremely awkward and it was about to get worse when Joris walked in.
He didn't know much about him but he seemed the cool guy type and a typical jerk. And happened to be family of Stefan. He didn't seek eye contact and began to fold a paper crane.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 4, 2012 10:18:47 GMT -5
Alfred perked up alot more as more and more people came pouring through the doors. He wasn't expecting anyone to show, so it was good to have a bunch of people here now. He started hanging a few of the origami animals from the ceiling before sitting back in the circle and grinning.
"So we have a bunch of people here now! Should we do formal introductions?" Alfred had never really run a club before so he wasn't sure what exactly was expected, but he supposed he could start.
"I'll start! I'm Alfred, President and Hero of the club, and I'm gay."
That seemed appropriate enough, right? He looked around the room with hopeful eyes, hoping someone else would pipe up. He felt a bit awkward now. "To be honest, I'm not really sure what we do. I just thought it'd be a nice group for support and all....you know?" He blushed a little, before setting about making a paper bunny.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Sept 5, 2012 22:46:32 GMT -5
The sound of foot steps drawing closer made Lovino tense up. Not that Italian wasn't already but somehow he managed to become more so. He glared at the new figure that sank down against the way, mere inches outside his safety zone before putting the finishing touches on his cat and setting aside. 'Great I'm trapped!' He spat glancing over at where Arthur sat, now that he thought about it he should really think things through better.
The moody Italian narrowed his eyes momentary at the athlete who never happened to catch the name of and took the chance to grab another piece of paper. It was good to keep his hands busy at least that way he wouldn't pace.
The peppy blonde, Alfred right? Yeah, Alfred started talking again Lovino let his hands fall into his lap as he focused his full attention on the American. ' I feel like I'm a little kid again' He sighed rolling his eyes slightly at the thought. He moved his hands from from his lap, putting them behind himself and leaning against them without putting too much thought into why he hadn't done so before.
The phrase "-Hero of the club, and I'm gay." got a rise out Lovino and let a quiet out scoff, covering it quickly with a fit of coughs. No that he had any problem what so ever with Mr. Peppy-Happy-Hero's choice in gender but really? Just want to come out and shout it like that? Still he felt a little bit bad for laughing, even if it was just that little bit. He felt the blood rush to his ears and cheeks as he finished his coughing and glared down at his shoes.
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Post by Bryn Llewellyn on Sept 6, 2012 19:30:42 GMT -5
Bryn turned as Joris came in, and gave him a light curtsy. "Hello to you too." he greeted, before going to find a seat. He himself didn't know how to make origami, so he just sat with his hands in his lap, watching the others in the uncomfortable silence.
"I'll start! I'm Alfred, President and Hero of the club, and I'm gay."
Bryn bit his lip to keep from laughing at how excited the club's president was. Still, he had to admit, the American was giving a good effort at trying to break the silence. After a moment, Bryn stood up. "I'm Bryn. I'm bisexual, though I usually prefer men, and I'm a transvestite." he explained, though he'd already told all but the Dutchman that he was a man in a dress already.
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Post by Joris van der Haven on Sept 17, 2012 9:14:05 GMT -5
Joris noticed the tiny spell of annoyance passing over Arthur’s face as he recognized him, refusing to even look at him and that suited him just fine. Erasing the Brit from his awareness was a thankful skill he used gladly.
He raised an eyebrow at Alfred’s sudden enthusiasm as he quipped his sexual orientation to open this somewhat awkward meeting more officially. The sudden frank outburst was unsurprisingly met by silence initially and the blushing boy sat down again. The American had something almost guileless that made Joris wonder how on earth he would manage to be a secret agent. Secret being the keyword there.
The girl then stood up with flippant fluency, as she seemed to be most comfortable to speak up about these matters and Joris raised his brow anew.
“Hah…you’re convincing.” He mused, as he realized his false assumption with a nod and the slightest tug of an appreciative smile.
He raised his hand briefly in a free gesture when things fell quiet again.
“Joris. Bisexual. No preference.” He had no issue saying it, but everything else he found redundant. He supposed Alfred’s intent for this club was a good one, surely he meant it too, but the Dutchman doubted he was going to be part of a…support group.
He continued to shape a form out of thin blue sheet, while turning eyes at the coughing, shoe-observing southern looking boy with a somewhat amused expectancy. “What about you.”
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