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Eric Draven
Eric walks into the lunch room and glances around.He ducks just in tome as a jock throws a handful of eggs at him.
"wonderful way to start your last year," he says to himself.
he looks at the people in the room.a few new faces...different styles of clothes...but all the same looks.looks that scream "Freak","Loser",and "Dork". but after 3 years straight of this,he had gotten used to it.he got beta more than the football team,and they really suck.
so he just did his thing.dressed in black jeans,gray t-shirt,black leather jacket ,and Converse shoes he turned his cd player on and walked toward the only open spot.
he looks at the girl sitting there and stumbles,barely catching himself.she's gorgeous...and her smile could kill a man.
"Mind if i sit down?",he asks.
Eric walks into the lunch room and glances around.He ducks just in tome as a jock throws a handful of eggs at him.
"wonderful way to start your last year," he says to himself.
he looks at the people in the room.a few new faces...different styles of clothes...but all the same looks.looks that scream "Freak","Loser",and "Dork". but after 3 years straight of this,he had gotten used to it.he got beta more than the football team,and they really suck.
so he just did his thing.dressed in black jeans,gray t-shirt,black leather jacket ,and Converse shoes he turned his cd player on and walked toward the only open spot.
he looks at the girl sitting there and stumbles,barely catching himself.she's gorgeous...and her smile could kill a man.
"Mind if i sit down?",he asks.
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Eric Draven
Eric sits down across from her.
"Some want?" she asks
"Oh, no thanks,"he says,holding up a brown bag. "i brought my own"
he couldn't help but glance at her chest...very few girls at this school were built like her.and the way the fabric held her...
"What listen to?" she says, tapping his CD player lightly. "I like American music much,"
he smiles and fishes out the cd case.
"It's Weezer....have you heard of them??
as he hands her the case his hand brushes her's.
Eric sits down across from her.
"Some want?" she asks
"Oh, no thanks,"he says,holding up a brown bag. "i brought my own"
he couldn't help but glance at her chest...very few girls at this school were built like her.and the way the fabric held her...
"What listen to?" she says, tapping his CD player lightly. "I like American music much,"
he smiles and fishes out the cd case.
"It's Weezer....have you heard of them??
as he hands her the case his hand brushes her's.
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Eric Draven
"Why do the males in your country say things strange? And what is tits? And how do you bang me? I don't understand."
Eric choked a bit on the water he was drinking.he was going to ask where she had heard that stuff from,but then he remembered where they were.the guys at this school had a reputation for this kind of thing,actually the girls did too.
he considered telling her not to worry about it...but realized it'd just keep going on.
"well...umm...tits...um...are breasts...and well...ok...it all has to do with sex....you know about sex,right?"
"Why do the males in your country say things strange? And what is tits? And how do you bang me? I don't understand."
Eric choked a bit on the water he was drinking.he was going to ask where she had heard that stuff from,but then he remembered where they were.the guys at this school had a reputation for this kind of thing,actually the girls did too.
he considered telling her not to worry about it...but realized it'd just keep going on.
"well...umm...tits...um...are breasts...and well...ok...it all has to do with sex....you know about sex,right?"
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Eric Draven
"And tits are these?"
He stared at her chest in disbelief.he couldn't believe this girl had just lifted her shirt.i mean sure she had a top under it...but it wasn't much of a top at all.
"yes...those would be tits.",he said bashfully.
"So what you do? I am dancer. Of Ballet." she asked
"well",he said,as he thought for a moment...trying to get the image out her chest from his mind." i'm a student right now...but i'm also in a band"
"And tits are these?"
He stared at her chest in disbelief.he couldn't believe this girl had just lifted her shirt.i mean sure she had a top under it...but it wasn't much of a top at all.
"yes...those would be tits.",he said bashfully.
"So what you do? I am dancer. Of Ballet." she asked
"well",he said,as he thought for a moment...trying to get the image out her chest from his mind." i'm a student right now...but i'm also in a band"
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"yes...i like very much",he says smiling.
"well i can walk you to your next class...and maybe we can meet up after school...i can show you around."
he smiles at her and tries his hardest to hide the growing buldge forming in his pants.
"so what do you say?"
"well i can walk you to your next class...and maybe we can meet up after school...i can show you around."
he smiles at her and tries his hardest to hide the growing buldge forming in his pants.
"so what do you say?"
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Chantelle Dubois
"Ohh.. pardon... je m'excuse.. je cherchais la salle de musique"
She shut the door to the male locker room quickly an artistically painted blush painting her cheek.
This year was going to be fun!
Her English was very good.
She didn't understand many of the American slang terms, but for daily conversation, she could get by very well.
Of course, she wasn't going to admit that to everyone!
If her English was good, she was going to be expected to study harder!
If her English were good, she could not have half the fun she had intended to have.
She giggled.
If any of those guys thought she was really looking for the music room, they deserved everything they got!
She'd done it for the sheer hell of it, to see if she got away with it!
Chantelle's passion was the theatre, singing and performing generally...
the word exhibitionist or drama queen would both suit her equally well.
She was fortunate that she had been put into a class that focused on French plays, yet she was expected to broaden her experience of American and English speaking theatre generally during her studies here.
She had it all worked out.
She would suddenly flourish in her mastering of English at a time when it most suited her!
But for now, she was to study French literature, with drama as the main option, attend music lessons, specifically vocal training and intended to avoid as much of the academic subjects as possible!
It wasn't that Chantelle wasn't bright, but she wanted to get out into the real world.
She would have loved to just go and work as a singer, or an actress, if there had been work out there.
She would have been content, just to get a job in a club, in a fringe theatre, get out into the world and work up from there, but she had the weight of this scholarship, a scholarship that was supposed to direct her attention to classical perfomance!
She had decided that this was the way forward for her afterall, but she was still determined to have fun during her time in the states.
Entering the dinner hall Chantelle glanced about her.
She had managed to stay out of the groups that inevitably formed at this time of the school year.
She was biding her time, using her "lack of language" to remain involved yet detached from the various groups that had already tried to include her in their conversations.
She fixed an inane, but pleasant grin to her face as she finally moved with her tray to shunt down the queue before finally emerging with an orange juice and sandwich. American food was taking alot of getting used to.
She sat deliberately apart from the others in a corner and watched and listened, whilst pretending of course that the conversations around her were just so much noise that this poor lil French girl could not understand...
"Ohh.. pardon... je m'excuse.. je cherchais la salle de musique"
She shut the door to the male locker room quickly an artistically painted blush painting her cheek.
This year was going to be fun!
Her English was very good.
She didn't understand many of the American slang terms, but for daily conversation, she could get by very well.
Of course, she wasn't going to admit that to everyone!
If her English was good, she was going to be expected to study harder!
If her English were good, she could not have half the fun she had intended to have.
She giggled.
If any of those guys thought she was really looking for the music room, they deserved everything they got!
She'd done it for the sheer hell of it, to see if she got away with it!
Chantelle's passion was the theatre, singing and performing generally...
the word exhibitionist or drama queen would both suit her equally well.
She was fortunate that she had been put into a class that focused on French plays, yet she was expected to broaden her experience of American and English speaking theatre generally during her studies here.
She had it all worked out.
She would suddenly flourish in her mastering of English at a time when it most suited her!
But for now, she was to study French literature, with drama as the main option, attend music lessons, specifically vocal training and intended to avoid as much of the academic subjects as possible!
It wasn't that Chantelle wasn't bright, but she wanted to get out into the real world.
She would have loved to just go and work as a singer, or an actress, if there had been work out there.
She would have been content, just to get a job in a club, in a fringe theatre, get out into the world and work up from there, but she had the weight of this scholarship, a scholarship that was supposed to direct her attention to classical perfomance!
She had decided that this was the way forward for her afterall, but she was still determined to have fun during her time in the states.
Entering the dinner hall Chantelle glanced about her.
She had managed to stay out of the groups that inevitably formed at this time of the school year.
She was biding her time, using her "lack of language" to remain involved yet detached from the various groups that had already tried to include her in their conversations.
She fixed an inane, but pleasant grin to her face as she finally moved with her tray to shunt down the queue before finally emerging with an orange juice and sandwich. American food was taking alot of getting used to.
She sat deliberately apart from the others in a corner and watched and listened, whilst pretending of course that the conversations around her were just so much noise that this poor lil French girl could not understand...
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Chantelle Dubois
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Chantelle
Chantelle watched as the young foreign student walked towards her. She looked up in pleased surpise.
"Excusez-moi, vous êtes Chantelle, n'est-ce pas?"
Chantelle exchanges smiles with the girl.
"Oui.. je suis Chantelle, tu etais a Paris, n'est-ce pas?"
Glancing round, Chantelle, then turned to English.
"You were in Paris.? N'est-ce pas? ... How is it going?"
Chantelle still faked a stronger accent than was natural for her fellow foreign student.
"Isn't the food terrible... c'est degoutant!"
Chantelle watched as the young foreign student walked towards her. She looked up in pleased surpise.
"Excusez-moi, vous êtes Chantelle, n'est-ce pas?"
Chantelle exchanges smiles with the girl.
"Oui.. je suis Chantelle, tu etais a Paris, n'est-ce pas?"
Glancing round, Chantelle, then turned to English.
"You were in Paris.? N'est-ce pas? ... How is it going?"
Chantelle still faked a stronger accent than was natural for her fellow foreign student.
"Isn't the food terrible... c'est degoutant!"
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I enter the school and look around. I wait till the hall is empty. I sneak into the girls locker room and tape a small micro camera to the wall with some duct tape
"This going to be great" I laugh. I hear something and go into one of the stalls.
"This going to be great" I laugh. I hear something and go into one of the stalls.
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Chantelle
Chantelle is pleased. A fellow conspirator...
She glances over at the boy Elis points out to her.
"Il est mon jouet, il s'appelle Eric.... C'est chouette, n'est-ce pas?"
Chantelle looks appreciatively and gives a smutty laugh.
"Un bon jouet, Elis, trrrres.. chouette!"
Both girls share a giggle.
"Sit us with?"
Chantelle's eyes widen.
Her companion knows the game.
Although her English is poorer than Chantelle's, she too seems determined to use it to her advantage.
"Bien sur!"
Chantelle agrees, then with really bad forced pigeon English agrees,
"Oui.. I wiz you sit.."
Both girls cross the hall laughing, then exchange a conspiratorial glance as Chantelle slides into the seat opposite Elis.
Chantelle is pleased. A fellow conspirator...
She glances over at the boy Elis points out to her.
"Il est mon jouet, il s'appelle Eric.... C'est chouette, n'est-ce pas?"
Chantelle looks appreciatively and gives a smutty laugh.
"Un bon jouet, Elis, trrrres.. chouette!"
Both girls share a giggle.
"Sit us with?"
Chantelle's eyes widen.
Her companion knows the game.
Although her English is poorer than Chantelle's, she too seems determined to use it to her advantage.
"Bien sur!"
Chantelle agrees, then with really bad forced pigeon English agrees,
"Oui.. I wiz you sit.."
Both girls cross the hall laughing, then exchange a conspiratorial glance as Chantelle slides into the seat opposite Elis.
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Chantelle
"Ah yes, with us sit. This Eric is. Eric, this Chantelle.. Elle est francaise."
Chantelle sees the grin and sees Elis teasing poor Eric, but does not let on.
Both girls know that poor Eric is to be "toyed" with.
Chantelle gives a smile.
Her tight figure-hugging denims outline her wide hips and rounded ass.
"Salut, Erique... "
She greets him huskily.
Her white blouse is open at the neck, top buttons undone, to offer a generous glimpse of clevage.
Her red sweater is draped about her shoulders.
"Study..? ohh.. mes etudes... musique... drame... err.. drama... I adorre the theatre.... "
Chantelle smiles and reaches for her own food, eating it delicately. She pauses and enquires lightly with her heavy French accent...
"You are up to it..?"
She asks a startled Eric, and pauses as he glances from one girl to another.
Seeing his bewilderment, Chantelle seems to struggle to rephrase her question.
"... comment on dit..? err... you are up ... you go up to ... the theatre....?.... you see the pieces.. the plays here... u like... ?"
Chantelle feigns innocence at Eric's reaction to her simple enquiry as to whether or not Eric enjoys the theatre here....
"Ah yes, with us sit. This Eric is. Eric, this Chantelle.. Elle est francaise."
Chantelle sees the grin and sees Elis teasing poor Eric, but does not let on.
Both girls know that poor Eric is to be "toyed" with.
Chantelle gives a smile.
Her tight figure-hugging denims outline her wide hips and rounded ass.
"Salut, Erique... "
She greets him huskily.
Her white blouse is open at the neck, top buttons undone, to offer a generous glimpse of clevage.
Her red sweater is draped about her shoulders.
"Study..? ohh.. mes etudes... musique... drame... err.. drama... I adorre the theatre.... "
Chantelle smiles and reaches for her own food, eating it delicately. She pauses and enquires lightly with her heavy French accent...
"You are up to it..?"
She asks a startled Eric, and pauses as he glances from one girl to another.
Seeing his bewilderment, Chantelle seems to struggle to rephrase her question.
"... comment on dit..? err... you are up ... you go up to ... the theatre....?.... you see the pieces.. the plays here... u like... ?"
Chantelle feigns innocence at Eric's reaction to her simple enquiry as to whether or not Eric enjoys the theatre here....
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Devin sighed and scratched the back of his head, his thick cotton overshirt swaying as he plopped down amidst a random group of people, smiling at the few he knew and then turning pragmatically to his food.
There she is! That cute French girl! Go say something
"Shut up," grumbled Devin, very quietly.
You could call Devin a nerd, because he loved computers. You could call Devin a freak, because he had a cheerful sense of humor and a strange tendency to pet any dog or cat he met, and chase them down if they wouldn't let him. Or you could call Devin an outcast -- because he thought very, very differently from other people. He was introspective... to an extreme.
What's with you and your self-doubt? Go say SOMETHING!
Devin was 5'10", 140 lbs., lightly built but rather handsome, with rakishly cut dark brown hair and attractive eyes and mouth. He was a very well-rounded person, excelling at all of his classes, including physical education, and was in all honors classes and most senior classes, even in 11th grade. Unfortunately, despite his cleverness and empathy due to his introspection, his constant questioning let to insecurity.
So he sat there. And argued with himself.
Goooo. Go! Go! Go! Go!
"I am SO crazy right now," mumbled Devin.
Just go over and say hi!
"I don't speak French. I take Spanish."
Devin noticed a few people staring at him, and he flushed.
"Ehh, sorry," he said. "B-Bad day." Inclining his head slightly in embarassment, he stood and picked up his tray.
"Well, if I've got to eat somewhere..."
Devin approached the table where the two girls and the boy sat.
There she is! That cute French girl! Go say something
"Shut up," grumbled Devin, very quietly.
You could call Devin a nerd, because he loved computers. You could call Devin a freak, because he had a cheerful sense of humor and a strange tendency to pet any dog or cat he met, and chase them down if they wouldn't let him. Or you could call Devin an outcast -- because he thought very, very differently from other people. He was introspective... to an extreme.
What's with you and your self-doubt? Go say SOMETHING!
Devin was 5'10", 140 lbs., lightly built but rather handsome, with rakishly cut dark brown hair and attractive eyes and mouth. He was a very well-rounded person, excelling at all of his classes, including physical education, and was in all honors classes and most senior classes, even in 11th grade. Unfortunately, despite his cleverness and empathy due to his introspection, his constant questioning let to insecurity.
So he sat there. And argued with himself.
Goooo. Go! Go! Go! Go!
"I am SO crazy right now," mumbled Devin.
Just go over and say hi!
"I don't speak French. I take Spanish."
Devin noticed a few people staring at him, and he flushed.
"Ehh, sorry," he said. "B-Bad day." Inclining his head slightly in embarassment, he stood and picked up his tray.
"Well, if I've got to eat somewhere..."
Devin approached the table where the two girls and the boy sat.
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Chantelle
Discarding her sandwich temporarily, Chantelle sipped at her orange juice and eyed Elis noting the exploration of Eric's thigh.
She kept her face straight, not allowing any acknowledgement of Eric's lack of composure to show.
Acting was such a useful life skill!
Sensing someone beside her, Chantelle turned to raise her dark eyes to the guy who now stood hesitantly by her side.
Her eyes ran over him, she took in his good looks.
She smiled warmly noting he carried his tray and obviously wanted to join their table.
"Salut... assieds-toi... ""
She purred... then as he seemed not to understand, she patted the bench beside her and locked her eyes with his.
"Sit... s'il te plait... , pleaze... "
Discarding her sandwich temporarily, Chantelle sipped at her orange juice and eyed Elis noting the exploration of Eric's thigh.
She kept her face straight, not allowing any acknowledgement of Eric's lack of composure to show.
Acting was such a useful life skill!
Sensing someone beside her, Chantelle turned to raise her dark eyes to the guy who now stood hesitantly by her side.
Her eyes ran over him, she took in his good looks.
She smiled warmly noting he carried his tray and obviously wanted to join their table.
"Salut... assieds-toi... ""
She purred... then as he seemed not to understand, she patted the bench beside her and locked her eyes with his.
"Sit... s'il te plait... , pleaze... "
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Be cool! Be smooth! She's in your drama class! Show your acting skills and be all cool about it!
"Th-thank you," Devin said, smiling attractively with a slight blush as he sat down next to the girl he most admired. In truth, he knew she wasn't interested in all the things that he was, but she fascinated him... and he was a virgin. And what a body she had! Whew...
Pervert! You're better than that.
Sez you, Devin thought, fortunately managing not to talk aloud now.
"Miss... Chantelle?" he asked, managing his smile shyly.
Oh, she'll hate me. I'm not like her at all! I've never even had a real girlfriend. She's probably had a host of boyfriends, probably has one now, probably all way more attractive than me, probably...
As usual, you're getting himself down before you even start, even lying to yourself to reduce your confidence.
"My name's Devin. I think I saw you in theater class?"
Remind me which one of us is the smart one, thought Devin.
Me, of course. Now, kiss her and sweep her into your arms.
Devin sighed inwardly.
I hope this works out...
"Th-thank you," Devin said, smiling attractively with a slight blush as he sat down next to the girl he most admired. In truth, he knew she wasn't interested in all the things that he was, but she fascinated him... and he was a virgin. And what a body she had! Whew...
Pervert! You're better than that.
Sez you, Devin thought, fortunately managing not to talk aloud now.
"Miss... Chantelle?" he asked, managing his smile shyly.
Oh, she'll hate me. I'm not like her at all! I've never even had a real girlfriend. She's probably had a host of boyfriends, probably has one now, probably all way more attractive than me, probably...
As usual, you're getting himself down before you even start, even lying to yourself to reduce your confidence.
"My name's Devin. I think I saw you in theater class?"
Remind me which one of us is the smart one, thought Devin.
Me, of course. Now, kiss her and sweep her into your arms.
Devin sighed inwardly.
I hope this works out...
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Chantelle
"Th-thank you,"
Chantelle watched as the guy sat beside her.
He looked hesitant, but was really cute... she checked out his body and glanced over at Elis, raising her eyebrows suggestively, the turned her attention quickly back to the newcomer.
"Miss... Chantelle?"
Her eyes widened curiously. He knew who she was.
She looked at him closely, wondering if she knew him.
So many faces round here.
That was the part that genuinely confused her.
"My name's Devin. I think I saw you in theater class?"
Chantelle's smile broadened. Of course... she'd seen him that morning and he was good!... She'd really enjoyed watching his improvisation ...
"Ma classe de theatre..? ... oui.. Yes.. I see you this morning... you so good.... I like very much.... "
She turned to Elis
"This morning, ce matin.. we.... in classe we improvise... i do not know the word so I watch... now I understand... I see .. Devin... next time.. I do too... "
Turning back to Delvin, Chantelle put on her cutest smile and asked softly...
"You.. help me... maybe... ?"
MMmmm... this was one guy she would not mind playing helpless with...
Apart from the "acting up", she intended to do about the school, Chantelle was in truth a talented actress ... she had decided to watch, get the feel of her fellow performers, before letting herself be drawn into the serious work ....
But her studies were important and if one of the leading lights in the class turned out to be.... interesting... so much the better!
"Th-thank you,"
Chantelle watched as the guy sat beside her.
He looked hesitant, but was really cute... she checked out his body and glanced over at Elis, raising her eyebrows suggestively, the turned her attention quickly back to the newcomer.
"Miss... Chantelle?"
Her eyes widened curiously. He knew who she was.
She looked at him closely, wondering if she knew him.
So many faces round here.
That was the part that genuinely confused her.
"My name's Devin. I think I saw you in theater class?"
Chantelle's smile broadened. Of course... she'd seen him that morning and he was good!... She'd really enjoyed watching his improvisation ...
"Ma classe de theatre..? ... oui.. Yes.. I see you this morning... you so good.... I like very much.... "
She turned to Elis
"This morning, ce matin.. we.... in classe we improvise... i do not know the word so I watch... now I understand... I see .. Devin... next time.. I do too... "
Turning back to Delvin, Chantelle put on her cutest smile and asked softly...
"You.. help me... maybe... ?"
MMmmm... this was one guy she would not mind playing helpless with...
Apart from the "acting up", she intended to do about the school, Chantelle was in truth a talented actress ... she had decided to watch, get the feel of her fellow performers, before letting herself be drawn into the serious work ....
But her studies were important and if one of the leading lights in the class turned out to be.... interesting... so much the better!
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Oooh, she likes you!
She does NOT! She just being nice! She probably pities me! She probably...
Yeah. Uh-huh. Shut up.
Devin smiled, more comfortable. His confident side had won over. She had maneuvered into a subject he liked -- his acting skills. Though he was not very forceful with his charisma, and thus not very influential socially, he had a strong passive charisma, an... "understanding" of people. This allowed him to act well, since the action took place in an imaginary environment. Improvisation... his favorite of all!
"Really? Thank you! I love to act. I... I would love to help you, too, but you might not need it. I saw you do that monologue in French. You are very good! Nobody needed to know the language to understand that." He grinned. "But we should work together. I bet we'd make a good team."
Naughty boy. What kind of team?
"I-In acting," he added, stammering. He blushed slightly from his own thought, not much but enough to be clearly visible.
STUPID!
Ohhh! I blew it now... she knows what I'm thinking... j-just don't look at that chest of hers... yikes...
He turned, hoping to dodge. "Sorry to interrupt the conversation. Who are you guys? Are you new, Miss?" Devin was fairly certain the boy was Eric, but he didn't have the guy in any classes, so he didn't know much about him.
She does NOT! She just being nice! She probably pities me! She probably...
Yeah. Uh-huh. Shut up.
Devin smiled, more comfortable. His confident side had won over. She had maneuvered into a subject he liked -- his acting skills. Though he was not very forceful with his charisma, and thus not very influential socially, he had a strong passive charisma, an... "understanding" of people. This allowed him to act well, since the action took place in an imaginary environment. Improvisation... his favorite of all!
"Really? Thank you! I love to act. I... I would love to help you, too, but you might not need it. I saw you do that monologue in French. You are very good! Nobody needed to know the language to understand that." He grinned. "But we should work together. I bet we'd make a good team."
Naughty boy. What kind of team?
"I-In acting," he added, stammering. He blushed slightly from his own thought, not much but enough to be clearly visible.
STUPID!
Ohhh! I blew it now... she knows what I'm thinking... j-just don't look at that chest of hers... yikes...
He turned, hoping to dodge. "Sorry to interrupt the conversation. Who are you guys? Are you new, Miss?" Devin was fairly certain the boy was Eric, but he didn't have the guy in any classes, so he didn't know much about him.
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Chantelle
"Really? Thank you! I love to act. I... I would love to help you, too, but you might not need it.
I saw you do that monologue in French.
You are very good!
Nobody needed to know the language to understand that."
Chantelle nodded acknowledging the compliment.
She had read a speech from “Dialogues des Carmelites”.
The play by Georges Bernanos was set in the “Terrreur” and tells about the attack and slaughter of the Carmelite nuns and the battle the survivors have to retain their vocation.
She was sure it would not be a familiar or popular play, but had chosen to perform an emotive speech from the fourth act.
The speech is made by the Mother Superior, a speech of faith, urging her Sisters to retain their vows and face death bravely where necessary.
Chantelle found it so easy to get into the role.
It was a beautiful piece of writing, simple, yet effective.
It was the first indication that she in fact took her studies seriously and she had been sure that the American students would be bored by her performance, no matter how effective it had been.
She was amazed that Devin had caught some of the meanings she had been trying to portray.
"But we should work together. I bet we'd make a good team."
Her grin quirked suggestively as he struggled to clarify his meaning.
"I-In acting,"
She smiled disarmingly and commented innocently;
”Yes… acting… you play wiz me… we… get it together… ?”
She continued to finish her lunch as she watched him turn and greet her companions.
She exchanged a meaningful glance with Elis.
She held back a giggle as Elis rolled her eyes.
Drama was going to be fun…
"Really? Thank you! I love to act. I... I would love to help you, too, but you might not need it.
I saw you do that monologue in French.
You are very good!
Nobody needed to know the language to understand that."
Chantelle nodded acknowledging the compliment.
She had read a speech from “Dialogues des Carmelites”.
The play by Georges Bernanos was set in the “Terrreur” and tells about the attack and slaughter of the Carmelite nuns and the battle the survivors have to retain their vocation.
She was sure it would not be a familiar or popular play, but had chosen to perform an emotive speech from the fourth act.
The speech is made by the Mother Superior, a speech of faith, urging her Sisters to retain their vows and face death bravely where necessary.
Chantelle found it so easy to get into the role.
It was a beautiful piece of writing, simple, yet effective.
It was the first indication that she in fact took her studies seriously and she had been sure that the American students would be bored by her performance, no matter how effective it had been.
She was amazed that Devin had caught some of the meanings she had been trying to portray.
"But we should work together. I bet we'd make a good team."
Her grin quirked suggestively as he struggled to clarify his meaning.
"I-In acting,"
She smiled disarmingly and commented innocently;
”Yes… acting… you play wiz me… we… get it together… ?”
She continued to finish her lunch as she watched him turn and greet her companions.
She exchanged a meaningful glance with Elis.
She held back a giggle as Elis rolled her eyes.
Drama was going to be fun…
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((I'm a little rusty, so bear with me))
Isaac lifted a dark brow quietly, his lips pursed in silent though, bringing lines to the smooth features of his face. A pleasant face, it turned stern and slightly brooding. His clear, alert eyes flickered over several lines across the glowing LCD of a laptop he'd bought from his summer job. His gaze intent upon the information there, elegant, long fingers idly entering and modifying data. He sat alone, as often happened this year. They changed his schedule, and he wasn't able to enjoy lunch with the few friends he had made since 1st year. Though admittedly solitude itself never bothered him. The jocks had long ago learned not to mess with him.
Blackbelts in aikido sometimes had that effect on a bully. Unfortunately, that failed to do much for his reputation. Nobody walked up and threw food, but he didn't get to meet many of the new faces, and forget dating. Not when the entire school it seemed whispered about satan-worship and heavy drug use. Little of it was true, but that hardly mattered. The drugs, well he had had some experience, but then he wasn't the coke-head half the cheersquad was. As for satan, it's hard to worship a guy you don't beleive exists.
His friends understood, few as they were, but again, not there during lunch. He closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned back, hand idly picking up the sandwhich he'd half consumed and took a bite, diverting his attention momentarily. A few moments enjoying the tao of chewing, and he again focused to the screen. It was no use. A soft sigh escaped otherwise firm lips and he stretched lean arms.
He folded his arms over his chest and settled down, watching the table in front of him with a sudden, quiet interest. He didn't usually make a habit of eavesdropping, but some conversations, you just don't miss. An ingrained habit had him save the program he'd been working on and he settled back with a slightly bemused smirk. This could indeed get quite interesting. He hadn't seen a girl flirt with a guy that openly, or that hard, in some time.
The black of his slacks and shirt blended in well with the dark surface of the tabletop and plastic chair, admittedly he stuck out rather badly in a school where most kids wore khakkis and plaid with white tops or something else equally cute and preppy. The bad florescent lighting picked up from time to time on his pentacle, a silver-worked peice, and the source of his "satanic nature" rumors.
Isaac concealed an unexpected yawn behind the back of his fist, smouldering eyes watching with a quiet sparkle the...well, perhaps flirtations was too nice of a word, but it would suffice. His lean legs lifted to rest on the chair across from him, crossed at the ankle. At least lunch would be entertaining today, watching the drama king and queen pretend to ignore, with straight faces no less, the swift moving lithuanian and her target, a kid Isaac remembers seeing the bullies go for more than once.
Isaac lifted a dark brow quietly, his lips pursed in silent though, bringing lines to the smooth features of his face. A pleasant face, it turned stern and slightly brooding. His clear, alert eyes flickered over several lines across the glowing LCD of a laptop he'd bought from his summer job. His gaze intent upon the information there, elegant, long fingers idly entering and modifying data. He sat alone, as often happened this year. They changed his schedule, and he wasn't able to enjoy lunch with the few friends he had made since 1st year. Though admittedly solitude itself never bothered him. The jocks had long ago learned not to mess with him.
Blackbelts in aikido sometimes had that effect on a bully. Unfortunately, that failed to do much for his reputation. Nobody walked up and threw food, but he didn't get to meet many of the new faces, and forget dating. Not when the entire school it seemed whispered about satan-worship and heavy drug use. Little of it was true, but that hardly mattered. The drugs, well he had had some experience, but then he wasn't the coke-head half the cheersquad was. As for satan, it's hard to worship a guy you don't beleive exists.
His friends understood, few as they were, but again, not there during lunch. He closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned back, hand idly picking up the sandwhich he'd half consumed and took a bite, diverting his attention momentarily. A few moments enjoying the tao of chewing, and he again focused to the screen. It was no use. A soft sigh escaped otherwise firm lips and he stretched lean arms.
He folded his arms over his chest and settled down, watching the table in front of him with a sudden, quiet interest. He didn't usually make a habit of eavesdropping, but some conversations, you just don't miss. An ingrained habit had him save the program he'd been working on and he settled back with a slightly bemused smirk. This could indeed get quite interesting. He hadn't seen a girl flirt with a guy that openly, or that hard, in some time.
The black of his slacks and shirt blended in well with the dark surface of the tabletop and plastic chair, admittedly he stuck out rather badly in a school where most kids wore khakkis and plaid with white tops or something else equally cute and preppy. The bad florescent lighting picked up from time to time on his pentacle, a silver-worked peice, and the source of his "satanic nature" rumors.
Isaac concealed an unexpected yawn behind the back of his fist, smouldering eyes watching with a quiet sparkle the...well, perhaps flirtations was too nice of a word, but it would suffice. His lean legs lifted to rest on the chair across from him, crossed at the ankle. At least lunch would be entertaining today, watching the drama king and queen pretend to ignore, with straight faces no less, the swift moving lithuanian and her target, a kid Isaac remembers seeing the bullies go for more than once.
What a klutz!
((this is my first real post here.. so please dont laugh.. to hard
))
As James walks though the line in the front of the cafeteria, he cant help but stare at the two foreign exchange students... it seems that they are talking to two men... figures, he thinks, he cant ever get a girl.
His attention is not ahead of him; he does not see the steriotypical bannana peel under his foot, nor does he notice it until his foot is slipping from under him, and his head is flying towards the floor. WHAM! His face hits solid on the linoleum floor, his tray is scattered to the four corners of the universe, for all he cares, as he has a throbbing pain in his nose.
Slowly, gingerly he puts his knee underneith him, and pushes up... nausea overtakes him, but he pushes on, till he is standing.. he sighs, seeing katsup on his black hoodie.. damn! That was his favorite! He tosses the remains of his meal into the trash recepticle and walks to the nearest table, trying to hold last nights dinner in his stomach.. good going, gracie!
James looks over at that damn table with those foreign exchange students.. its thier fault, he thinks! Oh well, I cant blame it on them... its my good foot stepping that landed me on that floor in the first place. Maybe I should go talk to them.... no, I wouldnt have a chance. I dont need more ridicule today! Those are probably thier boyfriends.. well not the nerd, he couldnt get a date in years! Well, then I might have a chance... maybe one of them is from Germany, I can speak some german... havent spoken it since grade school. I guess I will! Its been way to long since I have had some!
James stands, wary of falling.. again.. and walks over to the table with the students there, nodding to the only real cool guy on campus.. perhaps he is a buddist... always liked buddists. He smiles at the occupants.
"Uh.. hello.... er can I sit here? I seemed to have made quite a mess of myself!"
((this is my first real post here.. so please dont laugh.. to hard
))As James walks though the line in the front of the cafeteria, he cant help but stare at the two foreign exchange students... it seems that they are talking to two men... figures, he thinks, he cant ever get a girl.
His attention is not ahead of him; he does not see the steriotypical bannana peel under his foot, nor does he notice it until his foot is slipping from under him, and his head is flying towards the floor. WHAM! His face hits solid on the linoleum floor, his tray is scattered to the four corners of the universe, for all he cares, as he has a throbbing pain in his nose.
Slowly, gingerly he puts his knee underneith him, and pushes up... nausea overtakes him, but he pushes on, till he is standing.. he sighs, seeing katsup on his black hoodie.. damn! That was his favorite! He tosses the remains of his meal into the trash recepticle and walks to the nearest table, trying to hold last nights dinner in his stomach.. good going, gracie!
James looks over at that damn table with those foreign exchange students.. its thier fault, he thinks! Oh well, I cant blame it on them... its my good foot stepping that landed me on that floor in the first place. Maybe I should go talk to them.... no, I wouldnt have a chance. I dont need more ridicule today! Those are probably thier boyfriends.. well not the nerd, he couldnt get a date in years! Well, then I might have a chance... maybe one of them is from Germany, I can speak some german... havent spoken it since grade school. I guess I will! Its been way to long since I have had some!
James stands, wary of falling.. again.. and walks over to the table with the students there, nodding to the only real cool guy on campus.. perhaps he is a buddist... always liked buddists. He smiles at the occupants.
"Uh.. hello.... er can I sit here? I seemed to have made quite a mess of myself!"
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Chantelle Dubois
Chantelle watches as Eric tries to act normally.
She looks admiringly at the lithuanian girl. Elis sure is persistant.
Yet she determinedly drinks her juice and studiously fails to notice the intimate touches of her comrade.
Glancing up as the crash sounds, Chantelle sees the boy crashing to the floor, the banana skin flying away beneath his feet.
She grins and watches him pick himself up, aware that many fellow students have joined in their amused observation.
Pulling her attention back to the conversation once more, Chantelle glances over and sees a strange looking guy plugged into a computer. He too has noticed the scene.
He glances at her table and Chantelle catches his eye with a sweet smile and an assessing look, before turning her attention back to the conversation at the table.
She watches as Elis rises announcing her intention to go play elsewhere...
"Oui, il ne fait vraiment pas grande chose... trop timide, a mon avis..."
She glances over to where Elis has spotted the guy with the computer...
"Mmmm... il se peut etre tres... interessant.. vas-y! Bonne chance!"
She bites back a giggle as she watches Elis move and surprise the guy with her approach and touch ...
Her attention drawn away from the table, the voice takes her by surprise.
She turns to see the dishevelled looking individual stood before them.
"Uh.. hello.... er can I sit here?
I seemed to have made quite a mess of myself!"
She pretends not to understand the final part of his words and allows an appealing look of confusion to cross her features, then as if grasping on the word she knows, she replies softly.
"You want... sit? Ahh.. yes.. much seat... please... "
She indicates the seat Elis has vacated.
Mon dieu, Chantelle, she thinks.
This is by far the easiest plan of action.
Let them come to you ma petite.
She watches the guy sit clumsily and moves to introduce her amis.
"Moi.. I be Chantelle, Devin... Eric ... "
She eyes the newcomer asking...
"Et toi.. how are you called...?"
Chantelle watches as Eric tries to act normally.
She looks admiringly at the lithuanian girl. Elis sure is persistant.
Yet she determinedly drinks her juice and studiously fails to notice the intimate touches of her comrade.
Glancing up as the crash sounds, Chantelle sees the boy crashing to the floor, the banana skin flying away beneath his feet.
She grins and watches him pick himself up, aware that many fellow students have joined in their amused observation.
Pulling her attention back to the conversation once more, Chantelle glances over and sees a strange looking guy plugged into a computer. He too has noticed the scene.
He glances at her table and Chantelle catches his eye with a sweet smile and an assessing look, before turning her attention back to the conversation at the table.
She watches as Elis rises announcing her intention to go play elsewhere...
"Oui, il ne fait vraiment pas grande chose... trop timide, a mon avis..."
She glances over to where Elis has spotted the guy with the computer...
"Mmmm... il se peut etre tres... interessant.. vas-y! Bonne chance!"
She bites back a giggle as she watches Elis move and surprise the guy with her approach and touch ...
Her attention drawn away from the table, the voice takes her by surprise.
She turns to see the dishevelled looking individual stood before them.
"Uh.. hello.... er can I sit here?
I seemed to have made quite a mess of myself!"
She pretends not to understand the final part of his words and allows an appealing look of confusion to cross her features, then as if grasping on the word she knows, she replies softly.
"You want... sit? Ahh.. yes.. much seat... please... "
She indicates the seat Elis has vacated.
Mon dieu, Chantelle, she thinks.
This is by far the easiest plan of action.
Let them come to you ma petite.
She watches the guy sit clumsily and moves to introduce her amis.
"Moi.. I be Chantelle, Devin... Eric ... "
She eyes the newcomer asking...
"Et toi.. how are you called...?"
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thinks... heart racing.. she talked to me! The klutz!
James sits down beside her, steading himself, a little shaken... he grins
"M.. My name is James. Er.. hi! You dont mind me sitting here, then? Uh.. your French, right? Er Tu Es Frances? My French is really bad, I havent spoken it in a while"
Smiles, knowing he has already messed up...
"Gosh.. um where exactly in france are you from?"
blushes a little, not quite adjusted to talking to such a beautiful woman, his hand is shaking a little, he needs to calm down, he decides.... he takes a quick glance over to the dark-clad guy, he grins, noticing the pentagram, mentally laughing away the rumor that he is a satanist, discounting it
James sits down beside her, steading himself, a little shaken... he grins
"M.. My name is James. Er.. hi! You dont mind me sitting here, then? Uh.. your French, right? Er Tu Es Frances? My French is really bad, I havent spoken it in a while"
Smiles, knowing he has already messed up...
"Gosh.. um where exactly in france are you from?"
blushes a little, not quite adjusted to talking to such a beautiful woman, his hand is shaking a little, he needs to calm down, he decides.... he takes a quick glance over to the dark-clad guy, he grins, noticing the pentagram, mentally laughing away the rumor that he is a satanist, discounting it
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Chantelle Dubois
"M.. My name is James. Er.. hi!
You dont mind me sitting here, then? Uh.. your French, right?
Er Tu Es Frances? My French is really bad, I havent spoken it in a while"
Chantelle listens to the guy babbling, a smile on her face.
"Ahh.. you speek Francais...?"
She feigns delight, knowing he does not speek it at all.
"Gosh.. um where exactly in france are you from?"
Chantelle sees that Eric is watching Elis at other table, she smiles at Devin and rolls her eyes to urge him to engage Eric in conversation, trying to console him, or get him to go over and ... renew his acquaintance with Elis!
Pulling her attention back to James, she blushes prettily.
"Je m'excuse.... "
She leans forward conspiratorially ensuring that James gets a good view of clevage, her hot whisper caressing his ear as she explains ...
"Il est amoreux... he.. loves... my friend.. but she goes.. leaves... he watches... I say he goes, tells her. He must do this, no?"
Chantelle moves away from James slightly and speaks softly.
"He is wanting her. He must say this. No?"
Chantelle opens her eyes wide as she pushes her tray aside with an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.
" Et moi.. me.. I am coming... "
She glances over at Elis, making a deliberate pause.
"I am coming from Tours. Is a town dans la Loire... very beautiful, much histoire, mais I was staying with ma tante.. my.. aunt.. a Paris during the last year. I study actress, singer... "
She looks straight into his eyes.
" Et toi, you are studying what...? You have classes with me ... ?"
"M.. My name is James. Er.. hi!
You dont mind me sitting here, then? Uh.. your French, right?
Er Tu Es Frances? My French is really bad, I havent spoken it in a while"
Chantelle listens to the guy babbling, a smile on her face.
"Ahh.. you speek Francais...?"
She feigns delight, knowing he does not speek it at all.
"Gosh.. um where exactly in france are you from?"
Chantelle sees that Eric is watching Elis at other table, she smiles at Devin and rolls her eyes to urge him to engage Eric in conversation, trying to console him, or get him to go over and ... renew his acquaintance with Elis!
Pulling her attention back to James, she blushes prettily.
"Je m'excuse.... "
She leans forward conspiratorially ensuring that James gets a good view of clevage, her hot whisper caressing his ear as she explains ...
"Il est amoreux... he.. loves... my friend.. but she goes.. leaves... he watches... I say he goes, tells her. He must do this, no?"
Chantelle moves away from James slightly and speaks softly.
"He is wanting her. He must say this. No?"
Chantelle opens her eyes wide as she pushes her tray aside with an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.
" Et moi.. me.. I am coming... "
She glances over at Elis, making a deliberate pause.
"I am coming from Tours. Is a town dans la Loire... very beautiful, much histoire, mais I was staying with ma tante.. my.. aunt.. a Paris during the last year. I study actress, singer... "
She looks straight into his eyes.
" Et toi, you are studying what...? You have classes with me ... ?"
Ahh.. you speek Francais...?"
Shrugs, forming his next sentance with difficulty "I took French 1 about six years ago, actually. So please forgive my choppy sentances and mispronoucned syllables." James grins, finding that insanly not funny.. oh well.. good job again, loser!
She leans forward conspiratorially ensuring that James gets a good view of clevage, her hot whisper caressing his ear as she explains ...
James cant help but stare, his member rising to the occasion.. he gulps slightly, listening somewhat, but is distracted by heaven, in his face
"Il est amoreux... he.. loves... my friend.. but she goes.. leaves... he watches... I say he goes, tells her. He must do this, no?"
... James cant believe he is such a fool... perhaps this perfect woman wants him to explain himself, but is hinting at it? "Well, absolutely.. he should. F.. For example, I f.. find that you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life.
"I am coming from Tours. Is a town dans la Loire... very beautiful, much histoire, mais I was staying with ma tante.. my.. aunt.. a Paris during the last year. I study actress, singer... "
Nods, not knowing exactly where Tours is.. has only visted Nice and Paris before, but grins and acts like he understands...
"I am from the Southern US. Georgia, just west of the capital, Atlanta. Little place, not even a speck on the map. I have never been able to sing much, although I play a guitar, if that counts, which it doesnt" chuckles
" Et toi, you are studying what...? You have classes with me ... ?"
Smiles, finally somthing he is good at! "I think we have the same Physics class.. did we discuss Beta and Alpha decay in radioactive isotopes today? Umm Mr. Cunningham the professor? And I study Engineering, and Asian History.
Smiles, trying to impress her with his.. charm.. oh well, you idiot, he thinks.. man I need to get this voice out of my head! James innocently brushes her hand while explaining, her skin is soft, and silky....
Shrugs, forming his next sentance with difficulty "I took French 1 about six years ago, actually. So please forgive my choppy sentances and mispronoucned syllables." James grins, finding that insanly not funny.. oh well.. good job again, loser!
She leans forward conspiratorially ensuring that James gets a good view of clevage, her hot whisper caressing his ear as she explains ...
James cant help but stare, his member rising to the occasion.. he gulps slightly, listening somewhat, but is distracted by heaven, in his face
"Il est amoreux... he.. loves... my friend.. but she goes.. leaves... he watches... I say he goes, tells her. He must do this, no?"
... James cant believe he is such a fool... perhaps this perfect woman wants him to explain himself, but is hinting at it? "Well, absolutely.. he should. F.. For example, I f.. find that you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life.
"I am coming from Tours. Is a town dans la Loire... very beautiful, much histoire, mais I was staying with ma tante.. my.. aunt.. a Paris during the last year. I study actress, singer... "
Nods, not knowing exactly where Tours is.. has only visted Nice and Paris before, but grins and acts like he understands...
"I am from the Southern US. Georgia, just west of the capital, Atlanta. Little place, not even a speck on the map. I have never been able to sing much, although I play a guitar, if that counts, which it doesnt" chuckles
" Et toi, you are studying what...? You have classes with me ... ?"
Smiles, finally somthing he is good at! "I think we have the same Physics class.. did we discuss Beta and Alpha decay in radioactive isotopes today? Umm Mr. Cunningham the professor? And I study Engineering, and Asian History.
Smiles, trying to impress her with his.. charm.. oh well, you idiot, he thinks.. man I need to get this voice out of my head! James innocently brushes her hand while explaining, her skin is soft, and silky....
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Well! You're too slow, drama boy.
Uggh, thought Devin, I'm not the only guy desperate for a nice girl. Here comes James, of all people, and she's being nice to him, too. I thought I was the only guy that was nice to him. Maybe she DOES pity us. Even if not, I've still gotta compete... and with a friend...
Don't give up! Keep fighting!
Right! I may not be worth it, but she is. Just cuz James is my friend doesn't mean I'm going to let him flirt with my target!
Devin smiled and waved at James, the klutz, cheerfully. "What's up, James? You alright?" Devin immediately regretting mentioning the fall, but decided honesty was the best course. He trusts me, I think... I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to shut him down with the girl... or am I?
No, it was an honest mistake. You're not a bad kid, Devin. Just be careful.
Devin smiles in response to the comment about Chantelle's beauty. "We're both lucky a girl as lovely as girl has decided to talk with us, eh?"
Make a move! Get her off to the side! You can do it!
"Uhh, Miss Chantelle," he said, stumbling into new territory. "Y-You were saying you wanted to work together on acting? I was wondering if, since we have a half-hour or so, m-maybe you wanted to go up to the theater and try an improv together?"
How romantic.
Shut up, Devin thought. I hope this works...
Before allowing James to respond, however, he turned to Eric. "Go on, Eric. She still likes you. Go say something."
Uggh, thought Devin, I'm not the only guy desperate for a nice girl. Here comes James, of all people, and she's being nice to him, too. I thought I was the only guy that was nice to him. Maybe she DOES pity us. Even if not, I've still gotta compete... and with a friend...
Don't give up! Keep fighting!
Right! I may not be worth it, but she is. Just cuz James is my friend doesn't mean I'm going to let him flirt with my target!
Devin smiled and waved at James, the klutz, cheerfully. "What's up, James? You alright?" Devin immediately regretting mentioning the fall, but decided honesty was the best course. He trusts me, I think... I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to shut him down with the girl... or am I?
No, it was an honest mistake. You're not a bad kid, Devin. Just be careful.
Devin smiles in response to the comment about Chantelle's beauty. "We're both lucky a girl as lovely as girl has decided to talk with us, eh?"
Make a move! Get her off to the side! You can do it!
"Uhh, Miss Chantelle," he said, stumbling into new territory. "Y-You were saying you wanted to work together on acting? I was wondering if, since we have a half-hour or so, m-maybe you wanted to go up to the theater and try an improv together?"
How romantic.
Shut up, Devin thought. I hope this works...
Before allowing James to respond, however, he turned to Eric. "Go on, Eric. She still likes you. Go say something."
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