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Post by Imogen Green on Dec 16, 2015 22:44:29 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata] Imogen had been in America for exactly a week and a half, and God, had it been weird. Where was the British banter? The roadmen hanging taking up the pavement space in their puffer jackets and nike tracksuits, intimidating old woman and even other teens that didn't know they were actually alright once you got past their exterior? The fish and chip shops always within walking area?California was a long way from London, and in a lot of ways other then just physically. Not even two weeks into her new life, and she was starting high school. She'd been informed that she wouldn't be the only British kids, there were some siblings here somewhere, but she couldn't remember their names, and besides, that didn't calm her nerves at all. Yay there were other British kids, but what did that mean to her? They weren't her British kids. She forced a deep breath out of her and shook her head. She would be fine, she knew she would. She would make new friends, make more memories, experience life here, and she would enjoy it. She had to. That was what she did.Her fiery hair brushed around her hair as she pushed open the door and entered the school. She would only be here for a year or so, so it didn't matter too much if she didn't fit in, but she'd still been up all night praying it would be okay- that no one found her humour to blunt or rude, or that they thought she was weird because of her accent, or something dumb like that. She'd even thought about just pretending she was American, with a fake accent and all, but then she realised that she was shit at fake accents, so dropped that idea quickly. She glanced around the corridor, a couple of people meeting eyes with her, and all she could do was smile before moving on, even though, honestly, she had no idea where she was going. She'd never been very good at finding her way, and today was no exception. In her desperation to find out where she was going she ended up knocking into someones shoulder, and decided this was probably a good time to make lemonade out of lemons."Sorry! Um, actually, could you help me? I have no idea what i'm doing..." She admitted. Most of the time she'd be embarrassed by asking for help, but all she could focus on right now was how English she sounded surrounded by everyone else. It wasn't even like she sounded posh British, she was constantly being told off by her dad for dropping her t's and things like that, it was just that she sounded so different to everyone else, and she couldn't help but feel self conscious about it.words: 468 || notes: xxx || tag: open WE ARE THE NEW AMERICANA
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Written by Megan.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Dec 17, 2015 17:07:38 GMT
Things were weird. Not in the ‘my little sister is having a mental breakdown because One Direction is on break and I’m meant to be consoling her’ kind of weird- the sudden responsibility kind of weird, but the ‘when did I become like this’ kind of weird. An observatory kind of weird. It’s like an out of body experience. Watching himself change over the past week- the past year. He’d started out so eager. New country, new town, new school, and new friends- a new him, and that attitude held up until the winter chills rolled in. Then he fell from the cheeky, British persona he’d adapted into a shell of a person. All work, no play- definitely made him a dull boy. That is the saying, right? Something about Johnny was thrown in there too, and he was vaguely certain it’d been in a horror film. Hm. Anyways, beside the point.
Leon was weird.
He’d gone from that hiding in his room, nose in a book, straight ‘A’ nerd into yet another transition. A more open, more vibrant, and more talkative him. All because Rose had needed a shoulder to cry on and he just happened to be in the vicinity. That was a whole other mess. Trying to figure out how to console her, all while battling his own confusion at the anger he’d felt at her words. He didn’t understand it, and wouldn’t even begin to try. He just summed it up to weird.
That being said, the week following his and Rose’s little lunch thing- it wasn’t a date, and he really couldn’t find any word that exactly fit their bleacher escapade- was filled with plain confusion. Not so much dealing with what was said, but rather why it happened. Why Leon was being dragged (not unwillingly, mind you) back into Rose’s life. He didn’t want to question it, but was more curious that anything, and Rose’s answer weren’t straight enough for him to understand, too cryptic for him to decipher. It’d been because she missed his friendship, him, and just wanted him back as a friend, because she needed those. It was a simple answer, but he couldn’t help but look for more. Which is stupid. Leon is just stupid, pay no mind to the grades. He’s an idiot.
Though, it wasn’t like that was the only thing on his mind- no, those thoughts only came in fleeting moments of silence. When’d he glance out the window and catch Rose rushing across the courtyard in the last few moments before she’d be donned officially late for class. Or sometimes even when he would see Iris in the hallway at her locker, and he’d find himself wondering if Rose had told her yet, or how she’s taking the loss of their friends. Most of the time, though, he was more or less focused on his work. Refusing to be distracted.
Of course, he thinks that, and then manages to smash into someone quite shorter than him (and really, everyone is) but thankfully he is lanky and lacking any muscle mass so she doesn’t topple over. He was just about to brush it off, offer a soft smile and then rush to class even if he still had a good deal of time before school even actually started, when she began to speak. Leon froze.
British. Huh.
He let her finish, being the polite lad he is, before he can’t withhold his gawking anymore and asks with a hint of wonder, of disbelief, “You’re from England?” His own accent was laid on thick, influenced by her own to make his more prominent. He’d lost the glamour of it all a few months back, having been brainwashed by American slang and all, but with the fresh, English meat? It was like he’d just got off the plane all over again.
Snapping out of it, he quickly made himself useful, figuring she’d get a lot of the shocked looks from the Americans already, and he really shouldn’t be surprised, but someone from his country happening to move to Beacon Hills- he figures he’s allowed a little shock. “Uh, yeah, help. I can help.” Leon offered her a genuine smile, trying to get a grip on his stunned vocal cords, “Where are you headed? Leon, by the way.” His words were a tad rushed, so what- he’s excited, is all.
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Post by Imogen Green on Dec 22, 2015 21:16:19 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata] Imogen had been in America for exactly a week and a half, and God, had it been weird. Where was the British banter? The roadmen hanging taking up the pavement space in their puffer jackets and nike tracksuits, intimidating old woman and even other teens that didn't know they were actually alright once you got past their exterior? The fish and chip shops always within walking area?When Imogen saw how he froze when she spoke, a whole new wave of anxiety washed over her. Was he, like, racist? Was that the right word? British-est? Was she about to be beaten up on her first day just because she was from England? God, she hoped not. That would really, really, not be a good start. But maybe it would help her make friends somehow? Every cloud had a silver lining, and in times like these you had to do your best to find it.
When he spoke she was quite taken back. He wasn't hating on her because of her nationality, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He was British too. One of the English kids she'd been told about when she first had her little interview thing here. She wished she could remember his name now, but it came up blank. She was pretty sure it began with L, or maybe W, but that was all she had. Now to try and place the accent. She knew he wasn't from London, but that was about where he knowledge stopped-she'd never been that great at placing accents, so she had no idea now. Why did England have to have so many bloody accents? It just made things more difficult then it had to be.
Finally, she actually got round to answering his question, a few seconds later then a normal person would, so she wasn't surprised if she looked a bit slow. "Yeah, I'm from London. You're British too?" She asked, even though it was fairly obvious. She laughed slightly at his awkwardness, his words nearly falling over each other as they came out of his mouth. He seemed pretty alright, but that could be the awkwardness tricking her into a false sense of security, but hopefully she could befriend this fellow Brit. It would be a start. "Im heading to AP bio. Uh, Mr Gregory?" She asked, hoping by some chance he'd no where that was, as she couldn't actually remember the room name. She began rummaging in her bag, looking for the timetable, so she could tell him the room.
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Written by Megan.
78 posts.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Jan 1, 2016 2:24:32 GMT
"I am," Leon answered, knowing that it was a rhetorical question and she wasn't actually looking for an answer- his accent, no matter how faded it had become, gave that away off the bat. Yet, of course he responded anyhow. Just to be safe. "Wolverhampton," he says in correspondence to her 'London'. He'd only ever been a handful of times, so he would have never been able to place her accent if she hadn't had said, but since she did it all fell into place. His home town wasn't too far from London, but just out enough that his own tone was a tad more rural. If that makes sense. Accents are weird- and frankly don't matter right now. What did matter was that she finally got around to answering his own question, to which he nodded and breathed a small sigh of relief. He could help her after all.
Gesturing behind him with a wave of his hand, Leon got to the point, "I have him for third. Nice guy, a tad bit strict when it comes to the rules- but if you do your work and stay relatively quiet then you'll be on his good side. He's down that way, I can take you?" His voice was a tad uncertain as he watched her shuffle through her bag. Eyebrows drawing in for a moment, he glanced at his wristwatch and noted there was still some time to kill before they could actually head to class- so he added, "And if you're not sure where any other classes are, I could probably show you where those are too? If you want, I mean. I know the transition can be a bit confusing." He offered her a sheepish smile, teetering on his heels as his fingers snagged onto the straps of his backpack just for something to do. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, but it probably had to do something with the fact that this was the first British person he'd been around, other than his family of course, in over a year. He was a little scared he'd mess it up and have the only other person from England hate him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he realized he hadn't caught her name, so he stupidly asked, "What's your name?"
Smooth.
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Post by Imogen Green on Jan 5, 2016 19:55:40 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata] Imogen nodded when he told her where he'd been, even though she'd never been there ad, frankly, she'd never even heard of the place, but she didn't want to get off on the wrong foot and seem rude. The other information he was giving her, on the other hand, she lapped up- she really needed to know as much stuff as possible if she was going to get anywhere in this school, so learning about the teachers and what you should and should do around them was a good start. It was a bit disappointing that he wasn't in the same class as her, if he was then at least she'd have a some what slightly familiar face in class, even if they were sitting on the other side of the room. Oh well, she'd just have to suck it up. She stopped rummaging in her bag when he knew who the teacher was and where he was, silently wondering what the hell she'd managed to do with her time table in the short amount of time she'd had it. "Oh, yeah please, if you have time" She told him, grateful for the help he was offering. She would probably end up wondering the school for the rest of the day if she didn't have anyone to show her to her class. She shook her head at his next offer, though, as she didn't want to put him to far out of his way. "No, it's okay, you'd probably be showing me stuff all day, and plus, i seem to have lost my timetable somewhere" She admitted with a laugh. How had she managed to forget telling him her name? Well, it hadn't come up yet, but still. "Imogen, what about you?"
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Written by Megan.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Jan 13, 2016 21:21:04 GMT
Leon felt a pang of pity as she continued her search for her time table and came up empty handed. She wouldn’t get anywhere without it, especially with how different the schooling here is compared to back in England. He’d gotten lost for nearly the first month before getting a hang of it all- but even then he’d had both his schedule and a map of the school. She was nearly helpless at this point, but he persisted, smiling softly as she agreed to his help. Though it faltered some at her second statement, head tilted sideways in a way that too closely resembled a puppy, his eyes wide with condolence at her misfortune as he spoke, “Yeah, we have time,” he glanced at his watch again, “About nine minutes before the bell rings for class to start. By the way- three bells. One to start class, a minute bell- which sounds different from the others- to give you a warning, and then the tardy bell. Gets confusing- especially around lunch. Just watch the people around you? That’s what I did.” He hoped that was helpful. He still found himself confused by the bells every now and then. Weird, weird system. Eyes batting down at her bag for a moment, he stated, “You’ll need it. If you can’t find it, you could ask your teacher to print you a new one? But trust me, you’ll need it.” He silently hoped they had a class together later on in the day, so he could help her out in the new system. He didn’t have anyone there for him, he figures it’s what he should do for her.
Name. Hadn’t he said his name? Maybe she just didn’t catch it- wouldn’t be the first time. Oh well, he rolled with it. “Imogen,” he said with a soft smile, cheeks dimpled, “Nice. I’m Leon.” Maybe he should mention, Willow- Imogen may get along with her better considering the whole female anatomy and all, but he kept quiet- knowing he was being a bit overwhelming at the moment.
“Shall we head out, then?”
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Post by Imogen Green on Jan 20, 2016 22:09:08 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata] Pushing her bright hair out of her face Imogen let out an exhale, praying things would start going better some time soon. She then pulled her bag strap back higher onto her shoulder, nodding along to the information she was being told about. 3 bells with weird names- that was odd. They only had two back home, but she assumed she'd get along with it pretty quickly as it didn't sound like that big of a deal, it was probably one of the more minimal changed she was going to experiencing the next few weeks. She shook her head at his next comment "I know it's in my bag somewhere- there's a lot of pockets in there so... Yeah, I'll just have a proper look for it in class, when I'm settled" she said with a shrug, again pushing her hair out of her face. She wished she'd remembered a new hair band, the one she'd had earlier had broken on the way to school, but it was just something she was going to have to put up with now.
"Oh, wait, damn, you already told me that, didn't you?" She asked, shaking her head, ugh, how could she have forgotten that already? "Sorry Leon,it's been a weird day already" she said with an apologetic smile, feeling like a bit of a massive idiot. Oh well, she was sure she'd make an idiot of herself more then once while she was here. May as well start now. "Yeah" She said in reply to his question, kind of itching to just get to her class now, she'd already made herself look like an idiot in front of him more then once, and she wanted to find her timetable.
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Written by Megan.
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Post by Leon Pratt on May 30, 2016 5:44:10 GMT
“Good,” Leon said with a nod and a soft smile, hoping that it really was in her bag and that she wouldn’t be wandering hopelessly around the school grounds. He didn’t, but Willow had. Wasn’t a great day for either of them- with him having to break out of his anti-social shell to ask people where to go to get another one while his sister scrounged through her bag, panicking, searching for the paper she knew for a fact was back on her nightstand. It had been sometime during the first week of school and she hadn’t remembered where all of her classes were at or the order, so the paper was vital. He played the big brother role, doing his best to look out for her and have the office print a spare- who knew he had the know-how on how to charm an older lady into doing something he needed. Not him, obviously. He blamed the accent. After he’d gotten a new print, things ran smoothly. Somewhat have since. Things could be worse. “You do that,” and then, just because he didn’t know how to stop himself, he added, “And if you can’t find it or have any other questions- I’m really not that hard to find. Just ask for the British guy.” He managed to smirk, which felt weird on his lips, but he’d done it nonetheless- a small chuckle accompanied it because God, what had he gotten himself into? He was not a welcoming committee. Half of his classmates didn’t even know his name. This could only end in failure as fare as Leon was concerned.
He shrugged at her comment, not really minding all that much that she hadn’t caught his name the first time- was used to it really. “It’s fine,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes downcast as he let his fingers intertwine for something to do, “Don’t sweat it. First days are the worst.” He glanced at her from the side of his eyes, peeking through his bangs as he nodded in the direction they had to go, people finally starting to fill the hallways as it grew closer to school actually starting. “Let’s go then.”
Leon was impressed with himself for managing this far, creeping out of his shell and helping someone- not that he wasn’t ever helpful, it was just rare that he even ever spoke if it wasn’t to answer some question in class. After the first few months in America, his classmates hadn’t bothered to kindle any friendship- and he was okay with that. Get work done, get out of high school as unscathed as possible. Easier said than done, because of course Rose had just shimmied her way back into his life and now he was playing tour guide and why did everything get complicated for him?
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Post by Imogen Green on Jun 10, 2016 9:50:07 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata] "Oh my god! Wait-" Imogen exclaimed, she knew there wasn't a reason to tell him to wait, since he wasn't actually doing anything, but she had just remembered where her timetable was, and she felt like that was adequate cause for an exclamation. Her hand flew round to the back pocket of her jeans (since she was a girl wearing girl jeans and you couldn't fit anything into the front pockets) and found her timetable folded up neatly in the pocket. "I found it! In my pocket all along" She said, rolling her eyes at herself. Could she get any more idiotic today? She'd always been a bit clumsy, bit forgetful, bit of a mess, but it had never been this bad. Maybe America was making her dumb.
She grinned up at him, a little bit embarrassed, but mostly just relieved. Now she could get on with her life- try and make friends, try and get people to like her, try and get teachers to like her, and try and pass her classes. Honestly, she knew this was all pretty likely to happen- back in England she'd been quite a popular, successful student, but she was a little paranoid that everyone here would hate her purely because she was British. Leon seemed to be doing alright, though. Well, she'd only known him 5 minutes and for all she knew he could get beaten up everyday- still, he had no visible bruises, which she thought was a good thing.
"Thanks, i'll do that" She said with a smile. At least she seemed to now have someone she could fall back on, one person who seemed friendly enough to be classed as a friend over time. Even if she made no other friends, Leon seemed nice enough to chill with. Brushing her hair out her face she nodded "Yeah, it is. Well i hope it is. If i have more days like this then i'm dropping out" She said with a laugh, obviously joking. God, if she even thought about dropping out for real her parents would probably disown her. They were very academic people. "Okay" Imogen replied when he suggested getting going. It was probably best that she was early to class, wanted to make a good impression and all.
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Post by Leon Pratt on Apr 21, 2022 22:49:53 GMT
Leon startled at her sudden outburst, jolting back slightly with widened eyes before he registered what she said. He laughed off his reaction, combing his hair back from where it had fallen in his face before shoving his hands in his pockets. “That’s great!” He cheered back along with her, glad that she had it on her. He’d really been panicking over it, worried she would have been lost without it to guide her. Honestly, he had been considering racing to her class after the period had ended to catch her before she wandered aimlessly to where she would hope her next class was. He might still do it regardless. Rose had helped him when she could his first few weeks and without her guidance, he would have been completely lost. Imogen seemed like a really nice girl and he’d kick himself later if she was left fumbling because he was too wrapped up in himself to lend a hand. While he definitely wasn’t the best to guide her as far as the school went, he figured she’d be more comfortable with a fellow Brit. Much easier to admit something she was lost on or didn’t know when she knew that he had gone through it as well. There had been a few times when Rose had laughed at his questions, finding him silly for not knowing–and while she hadn’t meant any harm, it had still stung and made him hesitant to ask the next time he was confused. “It really is a lifesaver,” he said around a laugh, taking a step closer to peek at the paper but it was impossible to read with how she was holding it, “I don’t mean to keep harping on it, but it’s your map, you know?”
He held his hand out then, a smile on his lips as he pressed past his boundaries and forced himself to be more cool, calm, collected, and confident. Leon had been so introverted recently, but he hadn’t always been. Being in the comfort of someone from his home helped him be more open, determined to help her the best he could. “Mind if I take a look? We might have a few classes in common,” he explained, not wanting her to think he was just looking to stalk her or something–weird thought, Leon why did you think that? “Or if I’ve had the teacher, I could point you in the right direction or tell you what they’re like,” he continued.
As someone hustled past him, he recalled where they were and what he had suggested–to get going. He took a step in the direction of her class, hand still timidly extended as he tilted his head towards her class–silently saying he’d take a look at the timetable while they walked. Leon really looked at her then, taking in her vibrant hair and bashful smile. She was cute. It made him blush, confidence faltering for a moment, but he wouldn’t let that sway him. He was here to help and be an ally, that was his goal.
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