The sound of Silence

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

~Open to any person willing~

The blonde haired girl stood gloomly before the history section. She hated history. Correction. It was a love hate relationship. She hated history of the late 15th-17th centuries. The rest of history, she adored. Her eyes scaned over the books. The huge volumes, little booklets, biographies, accounts.... Of all the years out there, she had to have an assigment on "Life under Elizabeth I." Oh, how she despiced that teacher. If she could only figure out the way to get rid of that instructor, live would be compleate.

Still cursing every fiber of that teacher's being, Beatrice picked up ten books and slouched down at the corner. Her mother and instructors would flip if they saw her, not to mention all her ancestors spining in their graves. Her blonde hair reached to her shoulders in messy waves being fliped out the corners. Her outfit was a purple t-shirt with a golden and silver heart, and long white sleeves goiong down her arms. Under that, she had a long , wide, purple skirt with small scales of gold runninng though the fabric. Not the way that royalty should dress, but too bad. Beatrice liked it and it was all that mattered. Especially since no one knew that she was acttually of the House of Tudor....

Taking a nice long sigh, she opened the first book at the random page. "Theatres.' Forget it... she just couldn't do this. Leaving her book on her lap, Beatrice closed her eyes... She liked the library. Call her a nerd, but she found it fascinating. Alll the knowlege, all the history, misteries, discoveries, and novels were here. But, on the other hand, it was quiet, and AWAY from any and all dramma that typically goes on in the halls of her new school.. In truth, she has never quite understood the purpose for all the dramma, or intrigues for that matter. To her they seemed rather pointless and stupid. After all, why would people want to smite eachother?

Her siblings often teased her about it. To them the intrigues were second nature, to her they were alian. Beatrice was the warmer, friendlier type. Always striving to meet new people, and explore nenw places. To her, living the life that her family had, seemed borring and redundunt. Day after day, decade after decade, century after century, nothinng changed, nothing will change. .Everythingn will remain as it was. Beatrice squized her eyes tighter, suddenly the silence became unnbearible.

[nate alexander erickson]

Oh what was one to do when that one had nothing to do? Nate was in a predicament. He hated being bored because time always seemed to slow down then and your mind would then completely shut down and stop working whatsoever so you couldn't even think to find something to do. He was stretched out across his bed, books scattered out in front of him as he tried to do homework. He hated how he could never concentrate and his mind would constantly wander off on some other random subject like music, or drawing, or what the weather was like outside, random situations. The list went on. He had his head propped up cupped in his palm, fingers ticking on his cheek while his other hand held a pencil that was tapping away on his homework. Algebra. For some reason, Nate quite liked math, mostly because he was really pretty good at it but as of now, he was not fond of his teacher for giving them so much homework when he probably knew Nate's brain would shut down.

After giving up once he managed a few math problems, he moved on to a an easy worksheet they had assigned for chemistry. He wasn't very fond of science, but he sort of like chemistry. Kind of. It was better than physics. At least the worksheet was just chemical equations. He dropped his pencil on the paper and let his head fall into his arms. He didn't even want to look at what time it was, fearing that it would only be two minutes later than the last time he checked. After raising his head up and glancing around his room for a moment, he got up and packed his books into his bag and decided on going to the public library. Who knows, maybe it would be lucky for him and help his brain work. That's how libraries worked, right? Why else would they have all the books?

Once he arrived, he was greeted with rows and rows of books and a section of tables and also a few rows of computers. The librarian looked up at him a stern look on her face. He looked away and found an empty table to sit at. He set his bag on it and grabbed all his books out and laid them out across the table. He went to his algebra first and began writing down the equations and plugging in numbers and graphing things. When he glanced up for a second, he noticed that there weren't very many people here, only a few. He liked that it was quiet though and it almost seemed easier to work for some reason, he didn't know.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

Beatrice stayed like that, silent and unmoving for a bit, trying despirately to gather her thoughts, and push away the maddning feeling that seemed to crush her lungs. It.... didn't work. It never worked for some reason. Perhaps it was due to her extreme dislike of silence. After all, silence, like darkness, held more secrets then the noice and bright light. Who knew what was done in secret behind closed doors, when no one could hear or see? True, these were just petty fears that she has possesed, but they were real enough non the less.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Beatrice opened her eyes. Having given up on trying to gether them back in order, she allowed them to wonder. Ironically, her thoughts brought her names. Or rather, her wish of changing her name. To ease up on the burdening weight of the quiet, she began to list them in her head. Alice, Anne, Louren, Chelsea, Carly, Cara, Ashley, Willow, Daisy, Margaret, Karen.... They all seemed simple... Of course, having been used to a name like her's, those will be simple. Making a mental note to look up some exotic names online, Beatriced that thought out, allowing it to be replaced by a new one.

Unfortunately, the next thought to wonder back in to her head, was exactly teh one she was trying to avoide. History. History was that one subject that an individual could either love or hate. Either be thrilled by the events, captivated by the personas, and fascinated by the way it unfolded and the parallels that coudl be drawn, or the individual compleately hated it from teh dates, to the names, to the events, all tying together in an endless knot of complication. Her hazel eyes shifted down to the pages still open on her lap. "The Elizabethian Era was counted as the begining of the golden era. Victory over the Spanish Armada, allowing England to emerge on the top. Declaration of England's indipendence from the Catholic Church. The great and eternal works of Shakespeare..." With a small growl she snapped the book shut. She had absolutely no wish to read it. But had to. Gathering the small pile of books around her, Beatrice rose up, balancing them infront of her.

Lost in thought, cursing the teacher, her heritage, and history in general, Beatrice began to unwound her way back to the checkoutdesk. Unfortunately, she did not figure that wearing long skirts, having a mountain of books infront, and the inability to see other people around her would end bad. Sure enough, it did. Not paying attention to where she was going, Beatrice accidently triped over Nate's chair, which sent her and the books flying. "Owwww...." She mumbled, shaking her head slightly as she tried to regain her witts. Thankfully, her arms coutioned the fall, which was more then could be said for the books that crashed to the floor with a dull thud.

[nate alexander erickson]

Having his books scattered in front of him was overwhelming. It made him feel almost as if he was surrounded by mountains of books. He couldn't stand it. He let out a low sigh, almost a growl but instead coughed a few times to get it out of his system. He decided to look at the algebra first. Everything written on the pages from directions, equations, numbers, were all a blur to him. He blinked a couple times, widening his eyes as he tried to make himself focus. He had to concentrate so he could get this crap done and over with. Anyways, it was stuff that was easy, he knew how to do it, it should be no problem. Except his boredom completely shut his body down so neither his brain, nor his body was allowing him to work. He wished he had a soda or an energy drink or something that would give him some quick energy, but there were no food or beverages allowed in the library anyways, so there would be no point.

After sitting for a few minutes, still not taking any time to notice the time on the clock, he inhaled and exhaled a few times, deep breaths, he looked down at his math again, sliding the pencil in between his fingers and pulling his notebook forward so he could scribble down his work. Now that he could finally concentrate the slightest bit. Now he only had but a few problems to go and the directions just wanted him to match the equations with the graphs and that wasn't very hard.

Once Nate finished his math, he stuck the notepad in the book and closed it, pushing it away across the table and bringing his chemistry stuff forward. He still had almost the whole worksheet to go. The only thing he hated about balancing equations was that it took forever to figure out. He yawned a big yawn, covering his mouth with his hand, then shook his head, attempting to wake himself up a little. It didn't work very well though.

His eyes flashed open suddenly as he was startled by a girl who had tripped over his back chair leg and fell, books crashing to the floor. He hadn't even realized what happened because he somehow fell asleep. First he glanced down at his paper to see where had gotten to. Six problems left, and he must've fallen asleep in the middle of one because he had a number that looked unfinished. After eyeing it for a minute or so, he guessed it was going to be a three, only having the top semi-circle thing.

He was so tired all of a sudden that he almost forgot about the girl behind his chair until he heard an 'ow' come from her. He turned around in his seat and gazed down on her. In any other case, he probably wouldn't have said anything but since she tripped over his chair, making it partially his fault, he decided it best if he at least asked her if she was alright. “So, uh, you okay?” He looked at all her books splattered around in front of her on the floor. His intense blue eyes, which were especially blue today, focused back on the girl, waiting for some sort of a response.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

It took a moment for Beatrice to focus her attention and come in terms with what just happened. True, she was never known for her grace, but by all means she was no klutz... she chuckled in her head, though now it could be quite argued considering her position. With a slight shake of her head she glanced around, and sat up. God how she hated falling down, it was never fun, especially when you hit your ankle on something as well.

"Oh... uh... Yea... I guess...My ankle hurts slightly though..." Beatrice mumbled looking up at the person who asked her, her hazel meeting his blue. He looked familliar. "Hey... umm, do I know you? You seem familiar..." She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. Ok, so that was simply blunt, but who really cared, it wasn't offensive, at least seh hoped it wasn't. She wasn't quite familiar with her grade, or many others for that matter. For some reason she simply never got around to memorizing everyone. After all, she was a senior, she'll be out of here soon enough, and back to London.... At one point of time she actually concidered failing a few classes to stay back, but then decided against it, find it to be quite akward, especially since she knew some underclassmen.

With a small sigh Beatrice shifted her weight, her hand automatically reaching for the clossest book. God she hated encouters like that. At least no bookshelfs fell like dominos as they do in movies. To think of it, movies show alot of things that in reality just couldn't phisically happen... True she understood taht they were an alternate reality, and stuff like that, but even at that it would have been nice to have life like they show in teh movies.... Must be fun...

[nate alexander erickson]

When she finally looked up at him, their eyes met and he had to look away. He hated locking eyes with someone else. His eyes were so intensely ice blue that he always felt he'd scare people. Although he has been told many times that he had pretty eyes or that they were hypnotizing. He looked down at the girl again, noticing her hazel eyes this time.

He tried to catch a glimpse of her ankle, but couldn't. Not that he was a doctor or knew much about broken bones or sprains or anything. Because he didn't. “Well, you'll probably get a bruise but nothing more, right?” Gosh, why did he always have to make himself sound like such an idiot? He hated it. He bit his lower lip. He tilted his head slightly, curious to has how he looked familiar. He wondered if he's seen her before, but he couldn't remember anything. He could've past her in the halls or bumped in to her on accident or something of the sort, but that was all he could think of. He shrugged. “I dunno. I'm not good with remembering so even if you have seen me somewhere before, I'd only vaguely remember it, Nate told her.

Sometimes he wondered how he was familiar to people. He was told he had unique eyes, and was all in all a unique person. ‘... You'd think I'd remember those eyes... ’ he thought back to an old memory, quickly shaking it out of his mind. He focused his vision back on her and saw she was trying to gather all the books together. Since her fall was partly his fault, he pushed his chair out enough for him to stand up and accompany her on the floor, beginning to pick up a few books. “Here, let me help.” He glanced up at her, giving her a weak smile, holding some of her books in his hands. He scanned over them. All history books. His eyebrows frowned before he asked, “If you don't mind my asking, what're you doing with all of these books?” He piled them up on his knees and then set them up on the table beside him. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously seeing as how he usually wasn't the first to introduce himself to people, but he didn't like silence between people. “Um, I–I'm Nate,” he said, shutting his eyes, and putting a hand to his throat once he heard his voice crack. He cleared his throat quietly and gave her another weak smile.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

(OMG! I am SOOOO Sorry that this is going so slow! I'm really busy, but I'm trying to reply as soon as I can!)

Beatrice noticed the fact that he looked away once their eyes met, and lowered her's slightly. It wasn't the first time that people looked away, especially when looking directly into someone's eyes. She has been told before that her eyes seem to question, almost as if trying to read the soul... but, people say, what people say. She chuckled a big upon hearing him speak.

"Hope so... though, can't say bruises are too much fun..." Beatrice smiled, glancing down at her ankle, then back up at the guy. He did look familiar. Very familiar. Now came the objective of figuring out if they had any classes together. Typically, she'd remember everysingle person by name, though at times putting name to a face proved to be a bit difficult, even to her brilliant memory.

"It's ok. Not everyone is a cheerleader after all, right?" She smiled again, shrugging. "Though, I do think you're in one of my classes... that, or I'm currently going crazy." Beatrice grinned, trying to make a joke. She wasn't very good with them, typically having a slightly different sence of humor then others, especially when placed in a slightly akward situation.

"Thanks!" Beatrice nodded, as she picked up the other books, letting him get the rest. At times, she couldn't help but to wonder how women in the ancient world ever managed with their skirts. She had a simple one, long, but still, and she had trouble moving about, how did others ever manage to do so wearing hoop-skirts, paddings, corsets, and Devil only knows what else?! Every single one should be given an honor just for that! "Oh, yea... Uhh.. I've got a history assigment, and my stupid teacher assigned us like ten thoussand different sources we have to site in our paper." Beatrice stuck out her toungue, as she got up, brushing her skirt a bit. "Hate when teachers do that... don't you?

Though it was probably bad to admit, but Beatrice couldn't help but to smile, and blush, slightly. He looked so akward introducing himself, but kind of cute at the same time. Despite of that she did manage to hold back the laughter that threatend to escape her lips. Good king of laughter, not the mocking kind.

"Pleasure meeting you! I'm Beatrice! Though you can call me Lora or Rena if you want to..." She smiled gently, making a little curtesie. Damn habbits, why do they die so hard?

[nate alexander erickson]

He hoped he didn't offend her when he looked away, it was just habit. He hated the awkward feeling he got when he did. How everything seemed to silence around them and both would just be staring each other in the eyes and it seemed so weird to him. He tried not to make it a habit to stare at people. Mostly because he knew he didn't like it, so figured not very many others did either.

Nate smiled and nodded, agreeing with her. “Yeah, I can't say that bruises are much fun. It makes it hurt worse to get kicked in the shin...” He would've just been better off with just a nod. Why did he always have to end with saying something stupid?At least, he thought it was, anyways. He looked at her again, smiling at her comment. “Uh, right,” he said. Well, now he could cross cheerleader off his list because it was now obvious she wasn't one. Unless she was being sarcastic or something. He shook his head. Whatever.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to concentrate hard on his classes and then on who was in him. He could vaguely remember anyone. He barely remembers what he did yesterday though, so you have to give him some credit for trying. He bit his lip and apologized. “Sorry, I hardly remember what happened yesterday so...” Sigh. “But on the bright side I'm pretty sure you're not going crazy.” He smiled, his eyes brightening up as the lights flickered on them, also giving them a sparkle. The expression made him look more joyful, cheery.

“You're welcome,” he replied, one side of his mouth curving up into a half smile as he glanced up at her. Thankfully there was a part of him that was courteous ad gentlemen-like, he thought as he assisted her in picking up that load of history books. He grimaced. He was not a fan of history. At all. For him, history was the past, this is the present, and the future is always coming, and that was it. He stood up with her, chuckling a little when she stuck out her tongue. He nodded, saying, “Oh yeah. I hate citations, but if you don't cite any of your sources then you're plagiarizing and teachers don't like that. But I prefer it actually, much easier.”

Beatrice, Lora, or Rena. So many different choices. ”So... never mind, I forgot where I was going...” Gosh, why did he have to be such a frickin idiot sometimes?He literally wanted to slam his head in a wall or at least some sort of hard surface. Which ever was closest, really. He almost looked around to see, but decided against for the best. He watched her curtsey in front of him after introducing herself, looking at her in confusion, a brow raised. “Um, well, I've never seen anyone curtsey when introducing themself, but ay-okay, I suppose,” he said, shrugging and bowing, his head still raised as he kept his ice blue eyes fixated on her, having a smile planted on his face, even after he stood up straight again.

(ooc ;; it's alright!)

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

Beatrice grinned, nodding a bit to his comment. Though she didn't know from personal experience, she knew someone that did. And from what she saw then, it's anything but pleasant.
"Oh, yea... Can't argue there. My friend got kicked in the shin once, while playing soccer... She actually had to get crutches for two weeks. We'd tease her, and she'd chase us around the place on them. Ahh... Good times..." She chuckled again, closing her eyes for a moment remembering, before looking at Nite. "Sorry, just random memories..."

Her eyes dropped to the table for a second as she moved closer to it, setting the books down. Moving them slightly over, she pulled herself up, and sat down on the edge of the table. "I'll sit, if you don't mind..."She always loved sitting on tables. God knows how much trouble she always got into, but each and every time it was still worth it! "Oh, me too! ...Sorta... I have issues remembering what I do on the weekends!"She nodded enthusiastically, before tilting her head to the side. He should smile more, smile seemed to light up his face... in a really good way. "Woot! No insanity for me today! Yay!" She threw her arms up a bit, before dropping them back down.

"Ahh! But if you are smart, you can plagurize all you want, and not a soul will know! You just have to be carefull, when and how you cheat! Best place and time, is right under the teacher's nose, when the things you plagurize on are not blunt obvious."['b] The young girl informed him, her legs swinging back and forth slightly as she giggled. Ok, so that was a bad advise.. but hey... she didn't fully admit that she cheated on school work.

"Eh! Don't worry about it. Happens to everyone, a fun thing especially in the middle of a class." She waved her hand in the air a bit, when he said that he had no clue where he was going. Her friend called it short-term-memory-loss-issues-thingy. Long name, but hey, it fit... or at least it seemed to fit. She couldn't help but chuckle at his last comment. Her eyes lowering a bit, as her face droped for a second, small blush forming on her cheeks, before she looked up again. "Uhh... Yea... I guess it's one of those little things you pick up when you're young, and then can't get rid of for the rest of your life...yea..."Her voice trailed off when he bowed. This was akward... but, some how, quite pleasant.

[nate alexander erickson]

Yeah, not too many girls get kicked in the shin. Kinda like they don't get kicked in the crotch either. He figured she wouldn't know how it felt but the story she told about her friend made him want to laugh. He didn't though, to be polite. Instead, he just nodded. Saying, “Hmm, painful. Don't think I've ever had to get crutches because of it, so that must've been some hit to the shin.” He looked up and smiled at her, looking into her eyes for just a second or two before looking off around the room. When she apologized and told him that she was just thinking back to random memories. Nate just nodded like he understood.

“Okay,” he said as he watched her pull herself up onto the table. He swallowed; she was fairly close. He moved his hand out of the way, folding them both up in his lap. He twiddled his fingers and then peered up at her again. He smiled and nodded slowly. “Yeah, same here.” He noticed that she was very enthusiastic about everything. Very cheerful. He didn't understand how anyone could be so happy all the time. He laughed, although it wasn't like extreme, haha-that-was-so-funny-I-almost-peed-my-pants kinda way. “Woo...” he said lightly, taking his pointer finger and twirling it around in circles a few times.

He smiled. “Thanks for the advice... So, I take it you do it a lot?” he asked her with a smirk. Not that Nate wasn't saying he didn't do it, because everyone does it at least once in their lives. “Yeah, I say it mostly works. But at my old school, our teachers made us turn it in to some website that detects plagiarism so that didn't really work because if you even tried to copy everything, it would highlight everything you didn't cite and you'd get a bad grade, depending on how much it was,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders and frowning a little. Not that it was a bad thing because really, you shouldn't cheat and it taught you valuable lessons if you learned not to. But seriously, come on.

His cheeks flushed a light, hardly visible pink after she spoke. “Okay?” He raised an eyebrow and stared at her for a moment before he realized he was doing it and turned away, coughing quietly. He smiled weakly, nodding, not really knowing what to say about her reply to the curtsey. He turned his head around to see the librarian and then focused back on her. “Well alrighty then!” he said, clapping his hands together and standing up from his chair. He grabbed his books, closing them and shoving them in the bag he brought along. He glanced over at her every now and then, waiting for her to say something.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

Beatrice nodded."Proffecional soccer. Gotta love it." She concluded smiling a bit as she looked down shaking her head abit. To think, she had one hell of a kind of friends. Each one was a cattegory all on his or her own... the funny part is that despite of her growing up in the elite, she was able to find the kinds of friends some only dream of. No dramma, no pointless talks or rumors or actions, always there for eachother, and always willing to joke around.

Once she was up on the table, her ankle felt better, that's for sure. Though, that was more then could be said for the atmosphere. Nate seemed to tence up a bit, almost as sif unconfortable at the vague proximiti, despite it being half of the table, and a couple of books. Shifting away was not an option, since he could thing that she's afraid or unconfortable to be around him, or something. She smiled gently, trying to reasure him that she doesn't bite, and won't do anything he doesn't like. Her smile churned into a small grin as he 'woo-ed'. Not too much enthusiasm, but hey eeveryone looked at different situations differently.

Once he asked if she did it alot herself, her smile became devious. "SHHHHH!!!! they can't know!" she paused pretending to look around, almost as if checking for spies. 'The secret is to change the wording around... ' She chuckled slightly hanging her head again and shaking it. This is the last time she goes to do research in teh library after a couple of brownies. Their chocolatey goodness seemed to make her high or something. The way Nate kept looking at her didn't help the fact much eaither.

"So.... " She could not remember the last encounter she had that was as akward as this. Typically she aways had something to say, but apperently sometimes the sitiuation seemeed to force her intto her dumb-blonde moment. "Uhh.... where are you up to today?" She asked slowly, tiltiing her head to the side as she wattched him.. 'Off to find tthe wizard of OZ?" Ok, that might have minorly echoed with sarcasm, though it was no so intended.

[nate alexander erickson]

He smiled. “Totally,” he agreed, although he sounded sort of sarcastic. It wasn't that he tried to sound like he was being sarcastic, he just did. Sometimes that was just how his voice sounded, he couldn't help it. Nate kept his hands in his lap, fiddling with his fingers. When he looked up at her, she was smiling at him in that way that said 'it's okay, I don't bite.' So obviously she could see that he had tensed up a bit. He needs to get better at making his actions less noticeable. He stared down at his hands again and a thought came to mind. “Hey, I know this is random, but I just thought of it and yeah...” he said to her, leaning forward on his elbows on the table. He was looking up at her now with his intense blue eyes in a way that nobody could resist. He took her hands, sticking them palm to palm, and folding down every finger except her two ring fingers. “Okay, now you have to keep all those fingers glued down tight; you can't lift them up at all,” he explained using a serious tone as he held down all her fingers but the two that were touching from the tips. He let go for a minute to grab a coin out of his pocket. He then slid it between the two ring finger tips. “Now, try to drop the coin,” he ordered. The trick was, because your ring finger shares a tendon with your middle finger, it's hard to separate the two fingers when all others are down. Yeah, he knew it was kinda weird, but it was interesting at the same time.

Lets just say that Nate had one of those moments where you think of something and you just have to say it. Otherwise, he was fairly shy. At first, anyways. Even he thought it was a little strange that he just burst out with that random little trick. When she shh-ed him that 'they' can't know, he raised his eyebrows at her and nodded. He glanced around the library before saying, “Gotcha...” He listened as she explained to him what the secret was. “Okay, you're either lucky or I'm just terrible at paraphrasing and switching the words around because they catch me all the time,” he replied, leaning back in his chair and looking down at the table where his hands were.

He smiled. “Heh, as much as I wish I was going to see the Wizard of Oz, no, I'm not. Actually, I don't really know. I just kinda felt like putting my books in my bag and standing up... Now I sorta wanna walk around though,” he said, almost thinking to himself out loud. He glanced around the library, all the book shelves rising high, the tables, the people, the computers, all of it. “Wanna walk around with me?” he felt stupid asking this, but it saved them from awkwardness. Currently at least.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

(OMG! I actually tried that trick! .... I failed at dropping the coin... .BUt that was fun! XD Gonna make my friends try it too!)

Beatrice's smile grew a bit curious, as he took her hands. "Hey! Random is fun!"She chuckle watching what he's doing. Bit of a frown forming on her face as she tried to figure out what was going on, and what hte coin was for. It felt kind of akward to sit like that, so still holding her fingers together she shifted, now sitting sideways, facing him. "Drop the coin? Ok...." Beatrice agreed slowly... that is untill her fingers didn't pull apart. Puzzlement arose in her eyes as she tried again, this time bringing her arms to her face. It was nothing too difficult, yet her fingers didn't pull apart. That was odd.... Her face became slightly concerned, but at the same time amused, as she had trouble holding back a laugh that was threatning to escape her lips.

After a couple of minutes, Beatrice began to feel strain in one of her muscles around the finger. "Ok, you know what?" The comment said in half anoyance, half pure amuzement wasn't directed at Ryan, but at the coin that just wouldn't drop. With a victorious smile she simply began moving her fingers together from side to side untill the coin dropped. "Aha! Got it!" She smiled again, clapping quietly, as she looked up at Ryan again. "That was so cool! Where did you get it from?' Her eyes sparkling slighlty with excitement.

Beatrice chuckled shaking her head. "No one is terrible at it. They just need more practice. Besides, it has nothing to do with luck. " She paused, laughing quietly to herself. "Er... Yea... but you didn't hear that from me..." As she looked up the young woman gave him a wink, accompanied with a grinn.

Somehow, she was a strange child. For as long as she could remember she always hated "Wizard of Oz." It just seemed so stupid. Fake even. An no, it had nothing to do with the worth of the decorations that they have used, but the principle. She tilted her head to the side watching Nate. Slightly suprised by his offering. "Uhhh... ummm. Sure.' She smiled regaining her composure. Her eyes dropped to the ground for a moment as she realized that she'd have to get off... but the table was so comfy! Reguardless, she slid off the table, and smoothed out her skirt. "Alright. Where shull we go for a walk?

[nate alexander erickson]

(ooc: yeah my cousin showed me the other day and then i ran off showing it to other people! it was funny...)

He smiled and laughed quietly at her comment. He didn't think until after he had took her hands to show her the trick that he might've made things awkward. Oh well, it was too late now, so what was the point? He looked at her, a smirk on his face when he saw her puzzled expression. He knew she thought that it was going to be easy, that he was psycho for having her do this stupid trick, because that's exactly what he thought when his friend showed it to him. She expected her fingers to just pull apart and let the coin drop, and fall to the table. But no, it wouldn't do that.

Nate sat back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, a hint of amusement covering his face. He was half smiling, half smirking as he watched her expression change from confusion, to concern, to amusement, as the slowly mixed around. He chuckled as he watched her, beginning to talk to the coin, as if she was going to fight with it until the stupid thing did as she commanded. Then she started sliding her fingers and coin wiggled out from between her two fingers and it began falling towards the table. As soon as it hit, Nate (as softly as he could) slapped his hand on top of it to stop it from bouncing and making more noise. Then he slid it closer to him, picked it up in his hand and shoved it back into his pocket. He smiled when she clapped for herself and was clearly amused by the trick. “Hard, isn't it? It's weird how your fingers just don't pull apart like you'd expect. But yeah, a friend of mine showed it to me and then somebody else that I showed explained to me some crap about it does that because all the fingers have separate tendons, except that one is connected to, like, the one for the middle finger or something... I don't know, something like that. But yeah...” he said, trying to explain how it worked.

He grinned at her and said, “Okay, then I just need some more and better practice with it.” He looked at her for a moment, still smiling before he looked down at the table, shaking his head, then glancing off somewhere to his right. The thing was, he was just too lazy to have to have to switch all the words around, so he was better off just quoting it all and then citing it. “Sure, sure. I'll just blame it on...” he paused for moment as he tried to think of some random person, but didn't succeed. He shrugged. “On whoever is convenient at the time I suppose. Like right now, it could be that guy,” he finished and pointed over to some guy he didn't know sitting playing games on one of the computers, rather than doing work like he probably should be doing.

He had guessed she would be surprised. Nate knew the kind of person he was. He was shy, and had the tendency of making himself look uncomfortable, which usually tended to scare people away. But he was full of surprises, you just had to stick around to wait and find out. “Cool,” he replied once she agreed to walk with him. She seemed reluctant to get off the table and then he remembered her ankle. But, before he could ask if it was alright, she slid off the table and smoothed out her skirt, asking where they were going to go. He glanced around, waving his arms around trying to sum up the whole library. Then he sort of shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. Around the library. I just feel like walking.” He hoped he didn't sound like some sort of creep that as soon as he got her alone and out of the view of other people that he was going to rape her or something. Because he really wasn't like that, not at all. He was being truthful; all he wanted to do was walk and talk. He liked her, she was easy to talk to for him. Surprising, because it was right off the bat rather than later on in a friendship.

[Beatrice Lorenza Tudor]

Beatrice nodded. .She always hated anattomy. Too much memorization if you asked her, but ufortunattely, she didn't have much choice in whither she could study it or not. True, like all sciences it was interestting, if not for how it all came together to susttain life, But for all the little experiments and tricks one could do.. Unfortunately, no experiment can be done witth out the boring calculations that make up arounnd 70% of it.

'That's awesome! Who knew tendonts can acttually be fun! What is this world coming to?" Beatrice asked with a bright smile. She noticed that with time, Nate seemed tto be a bit more comforttable, not to meention his smile. He was smiling alot now! He should smile, he has a good smile, and an interestting way his face andn eyes light up. She had a tendency of picking up small dettails like that. The way someone looked, the way their eyes looked, tiiny movements of the body, the way their clothing lay on them, any smalll unique details. Not to mention others such as the light hit a perticular corner, the designs on the wall paper, the way an object lay on the table... Unfortunately, in noticinng those tiny facts she picked up a tendency of missing the big things. As she jooked sometimes, tht she could count all the flies around the elephant, but miss sthe ellephant himself.

"Heeeh, I guess if one really wants it.... we, the masters of such ancient art, can take some time to open our secrets to the willing apprentice.." Sparro made a wide gesture with her arms, that came in an end with her palms pressed against one another under her chin, with her head slighty bowed.. Her eyes closed for a second before she opened one, breaking out into a grin. She glanced in the diraction Nate was pointing in. Taking a note of the oblivious guy she quickly churnend around covering her mouth as she laughed. It's a library...... had to stay quiet.

Beatrice paused slowllyl llooking up at him, curiosity sparkliing in her eyes. The library? Interesting.... As long as I have been alive, I hvae never walked around a library...... Rena conclluded slowly witth a smile.. 'leet's go? she ofered waving her handnd in teh air a little.. As she grinned. For momett she felt like going on an adventure.