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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 5, 2010 18:49:51 GMT -5
Naina Collins
I sighed as i walked into the small cafe that was in town. I knew that there were few people here that would be interested in talking to me. The new face in town. That was me. Someone no one seemed to take the time to be seen talking to me.
That was something I was used to though I was trying to get to know people a bit more. The abusive childhood did not help and i was actually glad that I had moved from Italy here to Talahm.
"Perché faccio persino preoccupi di provare a fare gli amici…" I muttered to myself.
OOC:
Perché faccio persino preoccupi di provare a fare gli amici… - Why do I even bother trying to make new freinds.....
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 5, 2010 18:55:12 GMT -5
Jason Lewis entered the little cafe, he wasn't one to drink so decided to get a coffee rather then go get drunk with the other guys. They were home, a first in months.
People were everywhere, at first it seemed a little intimadating due to the fact he had been in the middle of nowhere for the past 12 months.
He ordered and coffee, white with one, and looked around for somewhere to sit.
But he heard her voice. Wandering over, looking natural, he smiled as he saw her face.
"Perché tutti hanno bisogno di amici," he said in broken Italian "Non è vero?"
He gestured with a hand to the seat across from her and spoke in english for his italian was horrible.
"May I?"
OOC:
Perché tutti hanno bisogno di amici: because everyone needs friends.
Non è vero?: Do they not?
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 5, 2010 19:04:30 GMT -5
Naina Collins
The eyes looked at the worn table surface below her, not really seeing it. This girl was an empty shell almost, seeing as she did not have anyone who cared about her. She often considered joining the army here, seeing as they were recruiting at the moment.
Sometimes the Australian soldiers turned up in her home country, Italy, and surely having someone who was natively Italian would be a help to them. They always showed up in Rome and no one there spoke English.
"Forse dovrei fare parte dell'esercito. Potrebbero usare qualcuno che parlasse italiano essi stessi come loro prima lingua…. ma lo prenderebbero?" she muttered to herself.
Then she jumped as someone answered her.
The gray eyes lifted to meet his. 'You may.."
Forse dovrei fare parte dell'esercito. Potrebbero usare qualcuno che parlasse italiano essi stessi come loro prima lingua…. ma lo prenderebbero? - Perhaps I should join the Army.. They could use someone who speaks Italian themselves as their first language.... but would they take me?
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 5, 2010 19:43:18 GMT -5
He rose an eyebrow, listening to her chat to herself in Italian and figured out a few words. He knew that 'aderire' was 'join' and that 'esercito' was army. Join army? He thought and smiled slightly, wondering why this slight girl would want to join the battle field. There was nothing nice there, in fact he wasn't even sure why he had joined. He thought about the other things she had said 'ma lo prenderebbero?' was 'would they take me?'.
"Thank you Miss," he said, sitting down in the booth and taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"By the way, if you wanted to join the army...I could put in a good word for you," he smiled kindly, meeting her gaze.
"Have you done anything with the army before?"
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 5, 2010 19:48:12 GMT -5
Naina Collins
I smiled at him. “I’m thinking about it, a lot. I have been in that sort of thing before, back in my home country. Italy. I've seen you Australian’s running around in Rome a bit these days. Though you seem to have a lot of trouble when it comes to communicating with us. I know why that is. Not many of us speak English back home in Rome.”
I chuckled.
“It was rather amusing to watch you all trying to communicate with us when I was a bit younger, but I think that I may be of some help there. I am from Italy and I am well known back there. Translating for you would be no trouble for me.”
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 5, 2010 19:54:30 GMT -5
The eyebrow rose in a perfect arch, his dark eyes seemed to sparkle at the comment.
He chuckled lightly before speaking.
"Slightly before my time, but my mother was part Italian, I learnt bits and pieces growing up," he said and grimced "though, I am rather awful still."
He made a mental note; look around for Italian courses. He had at least six months off, may as well do something worth while.
"Never been to Rome...or Italy," he thought aloud, maybe he would travel there.
"Well, drop by the base sometime, were always looking for newbies," he said with a wink and looked up at the clock.
"Hmm, sorry, but I must get going...it was nice to meet you," he said standing and offering a hand.
"I'm Jason by the way."
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Post by Jenny Night on Jun 5, 2010 20:01:15 GMT -5
Naina Collins
I smiled at him. “Thank you.” I shook his hand, though there was nothing as shy to me as there used to be. I was starting to make my own life here, and that was something I knew I would be able to do. There was never a time when people did not need more translators for their friends and things.
“I think I might do that, you never know my luck, Jason.”
That was a nice name that he had. There might be something i would get out of it this time.
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 5, 2010 20:08:12 GMT -5
He liked her, the firm grip in the handshake confirmed that. He wasn't sure why, but something about her stayed in his mind. Maybe it was the long blonde hair, or the deep grey eyes. Or was it her skins? So pale aganist the blonde curls.
He smiled again, unable to stop himself and nodded once.
"Hope to see you there," he said, blinking his dark eyes gently and turned to leave.
He felt the eyes following him, but didn't turn. He had to know more about her!
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