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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 3, 2012 4:26:27 GMT -5
Alex was bored, to put things simply. While he got along with the students and faculty at SCA, he always seemed to end up talking to the same people over and over, again. He wanted to meet someone new and strike up an interesting conversation; create a new friendship. That's why he came to the Teacher's Wing.
He rarely visited here, unless he was picking something up or meeting up with another teacher. For possibly the first time since he'd started teaching at the beginning of the semester, he was just drinking some fresh grape juice and waiting for someone to walk through the door - someone he could potentially talk to without boring himself.
Taking a sip of his juice, he leaned back against the wall, relaxing a bit with the peace. While he'd rather be drinking some wine and partying as all other sons of Dionysus would, he knew he was a teacher, now, and had to be a role model for the students. He'd given up the majority of his drinking, sneaking a sip or two here and there but otherwise staying sober, since acquiring his job. His juice would have to suffice, now. He had to control his restlessness.
Still, he wasn't completely rid of his childish behavior. He'd party when given the chance and drink when allowed. Until that time came, however, he'd have to be the angel the headmaster wanted in a staff member.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 3, 2012 15:04:39 GMT -5
Nose in a book. Definitely not typical Juliette Capulet, who would much rather spend today outside, and if she still remembered of her powers, which she felt she had, she would be soaring in the sky right now. Frowning she studied the words of "Romeo and Juliet" this copy though being in Latin. Unlike most demigods here, Juliette's godly parent was Roman. Aquilo, it's Greek equivalent being Boreas.
This story by William Shakespeare made Juliette's mind reel. Why was it the pronunciation of both her name and Juliet's name was the same, and was in a coincidence they had the same last name and shared the same home in Verona, Italy? This didn't make any sense. She couldn't remember the existence of this United States of America, yet she remembered all the European and Middle Eastern countries. And since when was it ok for girls to wear pants? Juliette though stuck to what was comfortable and wore a light white dress, the sun reflecting off of it smoothly.
Her steps elegant she didn't look up as she waltzed through the Teacher's Wing, her beautiful turquoise eyes on the pages. The teacher of Literature didn't even know who her godly parent was. But she could feel it wasn't Aphrodite as some had suggested. Her golden hair had been resting on her shoulder's gently as the wind brushed past her from the window making her look up and outside for a moment.
She could feel she didn't belong here. That she was missing something in her. She could feel it had something to do with Paris and Romeo though. She knew two, but she couldn't remember anything. Things were familiar, but she didn't get many memories. Frowning she stared outside for a moment, she wanted to strangely take a leap of faith, though death below was nearly certain.
Juliette then turned around forcing herself to abandon the thoughts of jumping to catch sight of another teacher. Her turquoise eyes narrowing as something about him reminded her of a past memory. What was it? The 21 year old woman studied Alexandre Sage for a moment. Finally speaking up in a light and smooth accent she said "Hello, do I know you?" her head tilted to the side slightly.
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 4, 2012 0:46:55 GMT -5
Alexandre was surprised to see the newest member of the school's staff step through the door. She was amnesiac and the head nurse had urged the staff not to ask questions about her past as in some cases, it could cause a mental breakdown from the lack of memories. She lived up to the Literature Teacher role, her nose being buried in a book as she walked in. It amused Alex as she didn't seem to notice him for a moment. "I'm Alexandre Sage," he replied, "but you can call me Alex. I teach history and mythology, here." With a smile, he awaited her introduction, curious to see how it would go. Could she recall her name as easily as one without amnesia or did she have to think about it for a moment? Well, he'd soon find out.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 6, 2012 14:42:07 GMT -5
Juliette watched him silently for a moment, moving her book mark gently onto the page she was on and snapping the book shut she nodded "Hm. Well It's nice to meet you Alex." her accent matching her posture and elegant look. Something that lacked in most people nowadays.
"I'm Juliette Capulet. I'm supposed to be teaching literature here," she told him with a slight smile. Though her mind was reeling. Hm...what was it about him that reminded her of someone. It definitely wasn't the name though...Her turquoise eyes studying him quietly
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 7, 2012 1:55:58 GMT -5
So she could remember her name with ease. Good. But his restless curiosity wasn't satisfied quite yet. "Nice to meet you. So I assume you like Shakespeare, then?" he asked, indicating the book she held. When she'd gotten closer, he'd finally been able to make out the cover's text clearly enough to determine the title. "Or is this going to be an assignment for the students?" he asked, as an afterthought. Juliette seemed proper and educated - the type of person you'd expect to enjoy classical works such as Shakespeare's plays and such. As for most of the students and many of the others in his generation, as well, it was a different story. He, himself, was indifferent to the books, but he knew many hated being forced to read Shakespeare. He wondered how many kids he would hear complaining if reading Romeo & Juliet was an assignment.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 8, 2012 22:04:23 GMT -5
Juliette looked down at the book. "It's a enjoyable story...but no it's not an assignment. I'm reading it out of a strange interest in the characters. You know one of the major characters is Juliet Capulet, from Verona Italy." she told him her mind wandering "I'm from Verona as well...how I ended up here in...was it Virginia the name? I'm not sure..."
She then looked down at the book. "All the names sound familiar...I just need to find out why," she told him with a frown. "I don't remember much as everybody probably knows by now. But I want to know what happened to me, and why I am...so far from home." she told him with a deep troubled frown. Strangely you could tell she didn't come from a dangerous place. She looked too delicate and naive to have been raised the hard way. In fact, one glance at those beautiful turquoise eyes, and long golden hair you'd figure she probably hasn't ever touched a sword.
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 8, 2012 22:12:22 GMT -5
Alex nodded, not paying much attention to the book, at the moment, but to Juliette, attempting to help her sort out her memories... or lack thereof. "Well, Romeo and Juliet is revered throughout the world as one of the greatest plays ever created," he attempted. "You've probably read it once or twice, seeing as you enjoy literature... or so I assume, you being a literature teacher and such." Looking down at the book, now, and for the first time looking at the words, which he'd previously had thought had rearranged themselves due to his dyslexia, he found it was a Latin Edition. Juliet could read Latin. Vaguely, he wondered just how many languages she could read.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 8, 2012 22:15:57 GMT -5
Juliette frowned "I suppose so. And I suppose my mother loved the book enough to name me Juliette as well?" she asked with a sigh. But she then frowned "Or father...I'm not sure who my godly parent is..." she told him with a frown.
Sighing she set the book down "But I suppose you don't enjoy hearing of my never ending troubles. Tell me about yourself Alexandre Sage," she said walking over to a chair and sitting down, her posture straight and attentive.
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 8, 2012 22:28:40 GMT -5
Alex nodded, thinking this solution was probable. Maybe her mother or father liked it so much, they forced her to read it, too, which is why she's so familiar with the characters, despite her memory loss. Now... something about himself. That was a bit tricky. He didn't know, exactly, where he should start. There was plenty to say, of course, but he didn't feel like spilling out his life story. "Well, what is there to tell?" he asked, noticing she called him Alexandre instead of the much shorter Alex. She seemed very proper, with an almost royal vibe to her. "I was born in a small town in California and was sent here when I was about ten by my mom. Moved back home for a few years before applying for a teaching job, here, last year. This is my first year teaching." Pausing, he added a bit less history to his introduction. "My father's Dionysus - god of wine and drunks - so I enjoy a drink or two. And I teach mythology and history," he said, grinning. "That's about it - I'm not an interesting guy, really."
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 8, 2012 22:38:42 GMT -5
Juliette studied him. Dionysus? Her gaze thoughtful "You mean Bacchus correct?" she asked. Her memory on the Greek gods vague from studying she had done earlier this week. She frowned at him. "Well that's interesting....Where is California? I have never heard of it," she had told him.
Out of all the things she should have studied. She didn't look at a map. Her sights have been on these new technologies, such as...the computer...or this abstract idea of internet. Also she had to adjust to these...videos. It took her a while to recognize the fact the mouse was in fact not stuck in the screen while watching 'Mouse Trap' when she was wandering the halls and a teacher decided to play it for the younger students.
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 10, 2012 1:57:41 GMT -5
Alex nodded in reply. "Well, yes. Bacchus is his Roman name but we generally go by their original Greek identities, here, which would be Dionysus, though either is correct," he said, thinking it a bit odd she would mention his Roman personality, rather than the original Greek. And she's never heard of California? Well, she didn't seem all that familiar with Virginia, either, from what he's heard and her uncertainty a few minutes before. "California is out west, next to the Pacific Ocean," he explained. "It's a rather large state."
Wondering just how far of an extent her amnesia affected her, Alex recalled all he knew about amnesia - which was very little. He knew it often wiped personal memories but he was unsure as to whether it could affect knowledge such as geography. Surely, Juliette must have heard of California at one point or another.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 11, 2012 1:17:30 GMT -5
Juliette frowned at him "Pacific Ocean?" no such thing existed in her mind. "I think I'm going to need to find a map..." she muttered mostly to herself. Their was this California, and Virginia. Then this concept of United States of America. And the USA she had been hearing about. Their we're weird foreign lands here. And her only comfort was in the familiar photos of Verona, Italy. And the words in the story Romeo and Juliet.
Juliette frowned at him "How do you find out who your godly patent is? Because I'm afraid that is one of the many things I can't recall..." she told him faintly. Her mind drifting back outside as a bird sang. Beckoning her to go out to the window. Shifting towards it she kept her stunning turquoise eyes locked on the son of Bacch-Dionysus.
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 11, 2012 3:07:06 GMT -5
Alex let out a lighthearted laugh, nodding in reply. It'd probably be a good idea to look at a map for a few minutes just to get the general idea of where she was. He felt sorry for Juliette, not being able to even imagine what life would be like without any memory of who you were past your name and hometown. It'd drive him insane with curiosity. He'd constantly be searching for family, friends, or anyone, really, from his past who may know him. Even the smallest piece of information would be satisfying; just to know someone has heard his name, before. Juliette must feel terrible; her mind an empty void where her memories should be.
"Well, finding out who your godly parent is takes a bit of time," he said, walking to the window alongside Juliette, "and a lot of patience." Leaning against the wall, crossing his arms, he explained, "The gods take their time with these things. I suppose compared to most, I found out fairly quickly. Some go through their entire lives never even knowing the gods exist." Realizing this seemed discouraging, he quickly added, "but that's only a few. Most find out in due time. The gods will give some sort of sign when they feel you're ready, I suppose; or, rather, when they are ready." Alex wanted to explain everything as best he could to Juliette but the gods worked in mysterious ways and even though he taught the students about them, they were a mystery to him. All he could do was to rationalize their actions as best as possible - that's what he was doing, now.
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Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Aug 12, 2012 21:50:48 GMT -5
Juliette felt the wind brush past her. A smile forming on her lips "You know, I love the wind, it's like a...sense of freedom..." she told him looking out the window. Standing on the window ledge and sitting down on it. Probably to most this would be viewed as dangerous, seeing that a slight push would send her plunging to the ground, yet she felt completely comfortable sitting on the ledge swinging her legs and half of her outside.
Leaning her head back and closing her eyes she thought for a moment. "Well that's quite saddening...seeing that I'm sure I knew at some point... it feels queer not recognizing your world, or customs," his world. A clear statement that indicated she didn't accept his reality as her own. "I feel like I'm in some sort of dream here..." she told him opening her turquoise eyes.
Smiling she stood up on the ledge again. The bird's songs making most rational thoughts slip her mind. All she could think about was this blank page...and the sky. Touching the clouds... feeling the wind. "They say birds are free creatures..." she told him or rather herself. Her eyes looking out the window, one hand letting go of the window she stared down at the long fall. Then up at the sky. The thoughts clear. Jump. She could feel it beckoning her. Just jump. Soar.
Her face looked lost in thought. Her voice soft as she murmured to herself about something so softly you couldn't hear it. For a moment she forgot about Alexandre Sage, her eyes watching the other birds fly upwards. They were beckoning her. One even flew up to her, singing as she reached out a hand before flying away out of her grasp. She didn't belong here, she could feel it...it was all wrong...weird...
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Post by Alexandre Sage on Aug 13, 2012 7:56:02 GMT -5
Alex nodded, knowing the wind was often associated with freedom, though he treated it as a part of nature rather than an emotion. Then she climbed out the window, sitting on the ledge, precariously. Alex's first instincts were to pull her back in, though he refrained from doing so, instead watching her, carefully, to be sure she did not fall.
Juliette spoke of not understanding the world around her but Alex only smiled. "Looking at it with a foreign point of view, it would be confusing," he said, comfortingly, "but I'm sure you'll come to see it as normal as you adapt to it and learn more about it." The more Juliette spoke, the more he felt she didn't belong here; the more she seemed to remind him of a medieval princess, delicate and graceful but out of place outside the palace, lost in a world so foreign to her.
As she rose, Alex moved in closer, now almost sure she was going to fall - perhaps even jump. Was the anmesia driving her insane? Was this the only option she saw? He began to worry, praying he was wrong. She wouldn't jump... right? "Maybe... maybe you should get down," he suggested, nervously. "If you fell...." he trailed off, afraid of what would happen, next.
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