"If the balloon pops, the angels cry."
May 31, 2010 23:59:35 GMT -5
Post by Nikolai Campbell on May 31, 2010 23:59:35 GMT -5
It could be said that Niko hardly understood English most of the time- if Isabelle threw French his way, he was screwed. He knew that French people said 'la' all the time, and he knew that they had cool hats, but that was about it. Niko wanted one of those hats that the painters wore whenever he saw them, even though he'd never taken an interest in painting, and though he'd never be a painter. In the way of a child, he didn't often think about things that weren't displayed in front of him or kept from him. If Isabelle spoke French, he'd assume she was a painter, which really wouldn't be so bad if you had a friend to paint with. Unfortunately for Niko, she seemed done speaking in a foreign language long before he approached, making the assumption that she must paint impossible.
In one way, Isabelle's hope for an uncorrupted person at Hammel was not in vain. One of the youngest students in Hammel did appear. He was wearing his favorite tan khaki pants and a black t-shirt, and he was precisely who she'd meet. It wasn't her, though, that seemed to draw him in. It was the pink papers he was gathering on his way to her- some crumpled, some just tossed. He gave them a quizzical look, seeming confused each time he picked another up. When he finally reached Isabelle, she wasn't facing him, but he spoke anyway, clutching his red bag of skittles in one hand and the papers in the other.
"Are you throwing these papers for a reason? I mean- if you are, pink's a cool color and everything."Niko questioned, his nose scrunched up in what would, essentially, be a look of disapproval despite his 'save' at the end. He hadn't actually read the pink paper, and he didn't have any intention to do so yet, but he was curious. Seeing someone with pink papers, standing in the courtyard, it just didn't happen. And meeting new people was something Niko found himself doing often. It wasn't hard when there really wasn't anyone in the school that was shorter than you, as it turned out. He stood out for that reason alone, something he resented. But girls were a safe bet, they'd be kind for the most part. Niko had to watch out for the girls who wore so much make-up that they were scary, though. Those ones were bad news! Most teenagers were bad news, so ultimately it wasn't saying much.
In one way, Isabelle's hope for an uncorrupted person at Hammel was not in vain. One of the youngest students in Hammel did appear. He was wearing his favorite tan khaki pants and a black t-shirt, and he was precisely who she'd meet. It wasn't her, though, that seemed to draw him in. It was the pink papers he was gathering on his way to her- some crumpled, some just tossed. He gave them a quizzical look, seeming confused each time he picked another up. When he finally reached Isabelle, she wasn't facing him, but he spoke anyway, clutching his red bag of skittles in one hand and the papers in the other.
"Are you throwing these papers for a reason? I mean- if you are, pink's a cool color and everything."Niko questioned, his nose scrunched up in what would, essentially, be a look of disapproval despite his 'save' at the end. He hadn't actually read the pink paper, and he didn't have any intention to do so yet, but he was curious. Seeing someone with pink papers, standing in the courtyard, it just didn't happen. And meeting new people was something Niko found himself doing often. It wasn't hard when there really wasn't anyone in the school that was shorter than you, as it turned out. He stood out for that reason alone, something he resented. But girls were a safe bet, they'd be kind for the most part. Niko had to watch out for the girls who wore so much make-up that they were scary, though. Those ones were bad news! Most teenagers were bad news, so ultimately it wasn't saying much.