Post by Jean Tremblay on Nov 20, 2010 0:33:31 GMT -5
JEAN TREMBLAY
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"Mon nom est Jean Tremblay, call me frenchie and we'll 'ow far zat gets toi. Per'aps you can call moi Jean... anyzing else and I will show you 'ow the french win un fight."
WE CAN’T TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU… ARE YOU MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN IT ALL?
"... I was wearing ze pants. AND TABERNAK, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T TELL? SAY ZAT TO MY FACE BASTARD."
OH, REALLY? HM. YOU SHOULD WORK ON LOOKING IT… ANYWAY, WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
"Zat is a bit personal non? I am 20, but what does zat matter eh? Born le premier de Juillet. It seems to be a popular day non?"
WELL, YOU LOOK PRETTY FINE FOR YOUR AGE… BUT TSK. THIS OLD AND CAN’T CONTROL IT? NO WONDER YOU’RE HERE.
"TABERNAK, VA TE CROSSER, MAUDIT FIF! CHIT!"
SO, WE THOUGHT THAT BRAD PITT WAS HOT AS ALDO RAINE, BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU? …WE’RE THE DEANS, NOT YOU, DON’T GIVE US THAT LOOK.
"Eh, je préférer Celine Dion, but per'aps zey are ... alright. ... WHY ARE YOU ASKING?"
UHUH. WELL. THAT WAS INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING?
"J'adore le poutine! Ah mon belle, sweet poutine! J'ai besoin seulment toi! Uh... is zis going on ze... TABERNAK!
I don't mind a smoke, er... per'aps I should say I do mind stopping. Tata règles de l'école."
NOW, WHAT ABOUT THINKS YOU DON’T LIKE? WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IN ORDER TO EMBETTER YOUR SITUATION AND LIVING ARRANGEMENTS. LIKE MINDS WITH LIKE MINDS AND ALL…
"Damn anglo bastards, sink zey are so much better zan moi... Zut, was zat out loud? YOU WANT TO FIGHT? COME 'ERE SAC DU CHIT!
Eugh... jusque stay away from moi, and we wont 'ave to find out oui?"
DULLY NOTED. WE’LL REMEMBER THAT AS WE PLACE YOU IN CLASSES AND SUCH. NOW, DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS OR SOMETHING YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT? CONTROLLING YOURSELF MUST NOT BE ONE TO BE HERE…
"Aha, skills? Moi? I 'ave plenty! ... chit, I 'ave to tell you don't I? Fils de... ah! Je peux chanter! And if any of those anglo bastards say zey can beat moi at l'ockey, zen zey are mistaken! Vive la Sainte-Flanelle!"
HUH. THAT’S CURIOUS – WE NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WITH YOU. NOW, WHAT DO YOU SUCK AT? …IT’S A WORD, DEAL WITH IT.
"I DON NOT 'AVE A WEAKNESS YOU ANGLO BASTARD.
EXCUSEZ-MOI. I 'ave a ... bit... of un temper..."
HM. FIGURES. WE SEE A LOT OF CASES LIKE THAT AND- HEY, LOOK, ICE CREAME!
"I... what? Excusez-moi? SHARE, SAC DU CHIT!"
WHOOPS, GUESS YOU MISSED THE TREAT. NOW, YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE YOUNG YET, BUT GIVEN ANY THOUGHT ON WHAT YOU LIKE IN A PARTNER? DON’T BE SHY.
"JE VEUX LA GLACE! ... Ahem, per'aps some one like moi. As if anozer one exists."
HM, THAT SCRATCHES OUT MY DAUGHTER… WHAT ABOUT THINGS YOU HATE IN A PERSON? FOR… FUTURE REFERENCE.
"DON'T LEAVE MOI ... ah... chit. I 'ate cocky bastards. I can do much worse to you zan you can do to moi."
YOU’RE QUITE SHALLOW, AREN’T YOU? HM, NO MIRRORS ALLOWED IN YOUR ROOM…
"TABERNAK, WHY NOT?! I 'AVE AS MUCH RIGHT AS ANY OF YOU BASTARDS!"
NO INTERVIEW WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT SOME BASIC QUESTIONS, RIGHT? JUST ANSWER THEM AS TRUTHFULLY AS POSSIBLE, OKAY?
"I don't 'ave to you fils de pute. When is zis over..."
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD AND DRINK?
"Bière! -hic- What was ze question? I uh... chit..."
FAVOURITE PHRASE OR QUOTE?
"TABERNAK YOU ANGLO BASTARDS ARE ANNOYING."
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
"Je déteste l'école. Per'aps le music."
FAVORITE COLOUR?
"Bleu est blanc. Isn't it obvious?"
FAVORITE PLACE?
"Je ne sais pas! Away from you."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Book? I don't read. Well... les livres de cuisine."
FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
"Mon fleur de lis, of course. ... It is not girly... DO NOT MOCK LA BELLE PROVINCE!"
YOU HANDLED THE DRILL WELL… WE ARE IMPRESSED. NOW, TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Eh... what's to tell? You anglo-bastards piss me off. If I wasn't doing zis tata interview, I would be cooking! Zat is far more intéressant zan zis. Hah! I am more intéressant que zis! "
HOW ABOUT FAMILY? ARE YOU LEAVING ANYONE BEHIND?
"Eh, not really... juste mon frère adoptif. Maman doesn't care, so why should I eh?"
THAT’S INTERESTING… REMINDS US OF HOME. NOW, WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO OUR ESTABLISHMENT, EXACTLY?
"OLIVER I AM DÉSOLÉ, I ah.. chit... GET OUT, ZIS IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN! I don't want to 'urt any one... EXCEPT FOR YOU BASTARD."
NOW, SO WE KNOW WHEN SCHEDULING YOU, DO YOU WORK ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT? WHAT ABOUT LIVING? DO YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT OFF CAMPUS, OR SHALL WE PUT YOU IN A DORM?
"Work, hah! No one will 'ire moi!
Not enough argent to get un apartment, so I guess I'll be living in zee dorms."
HM, ALRIGHT. LET’S SAY YOUR HOME IS BEING FLOODED. …PRETEND YOU LIVE ON THE COAST OR SOMETHING, OKAY? ANYWAY, WHAT THREE THIGNS WOULD YOU SAVE?
"What is un thigns... 'OW CAN I SAVE SOMEZING IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS? Eh, I would save my Celine CD, mon 'ockey stick est le lighter. ... Quoi? DON'T JUDGE MOI."
WE NEVER WOULD HAVE PICTURED YOU THE TYPE TO CARE. HOW ODD.
"I uh, it's not what you sink.... I would never .... TABERNAK, I WILL KILL YOU."
NOW, WE ALL KNOW WHAT REASON YOU’RE HERE… BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. MIND TELLING US YOUR SPECIES?
"I... tabernak zis is 'orrible... a moose..."
HM. WE HAVE FACILITIES THAT YOU MAY FIND USEFUL. I’M SURE YOU’VE READ THE HANDBOOK THOUGH, RIGHT? IF SO, PLEASE GIVE US THE THREE HIDDEN WORDS IN A SENTENCE OR TWO.
"I am quite charming you know, but I will be forward when YOU INSULT MY SYRUP."
YOU’RE NOT AS MUCH OF A SLACKER AS WE THOUGHT. THAT’S GOOD. WE ARE IMPRESSED WITH YOU.
"... Vraiment? VICTOIRE! Ah... oui... ahem, moving on."
WELL, THAT JUST ABOUT WRAPS EVERYTHING UP… IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
"Tabernak your stupid interview was frustrating... I BETTER BE GETTING POUTINE FOR ZIS."
WE’LL TAKE OUR LEAVE NOW. PLEASE WAIT FOR VERIFICATION INTO THE SYSTEM.
"... Where is my poutine? TABERNAK YOU LIED TO MOI, SAL ANGLO BASTARD!"
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CRYSTAL has been endlessly trailing around on this planet for SEVENTEEN years, they appear to be stuck. Whoops. So they took up role playing to pass the time, and have been doing so for SEVEN years. How interesting! They are located in the EST (GMT -5) time-zone, for future globe-trotting reference! But I guess you can always reach them at MSN: crystalblackpaws@hotmail.com SKYPE: crystalblackpaws AIM: derrianandfriend.
Well, let’s get this paper into the system! :
Strange scents wafted from the kitchen, a mixture of burning meat and obscure vegetables. And there came course singing that sounded like a dying goose. The rough French probably communicating a beautiful song, was far from attractive. The blond was singing as he stirred the contents of a pot containing some sort of food. His already short hair was pulled back, tied with a pale blue ribbon, and for the most part his eyes where closed. Lifting the spoon out of the pot he sniffed it, before dropping it back in.
“C’est fini!” He laughed a bit and folded his arms before adding on quite a sour note, “They better eat it.” Some times, even his best dishes were avoided because the smelt weird, or looked different than most food. And half the time they were amazing. The other half it was something only some one with no taste could love. Grabbing the handles he began the trek to the dinning hall. If anything he could at least say he had developed quite the upper body strength from carrying massive pots around. As he waltzed down the hall he began shouting, a booming rough voice that was quite hard to miss. “Dinner is ready!” Despite it being quite large, if you were inside, chances were you’d hear him. It made for fun times when he got into a fight, the whole house would know about it.
Kicking the door open he lumbered in, scanning the room. It was empty for now. And it was already fully set, he had made sure of that. The china was set out, with the appropriate cutlery, napkins at every seat. As usual there were more spots set than there were people to eat, not every one showed up all the time, and sometimes they brought guests. Best be prepared.
When no one showed up right away, it was clear he had little patience, he began to bang the pot with the spoon that he had stuffed into his apron. “‘URRY UP, OR I’LL EAT IT ALL MYSELF!” The loud clanging of the spoon was rivalled only by his voice. There were only two people he expected not to answer, Francis and Matthew who had gone out to do… manly things, he hadn’t really paid much attention. He didn’t care what they did, one day he would be in charge of this pit, and then they would do what he wanted. But for now he was just the cook, banging on his pot.
“C’est fini!” He laughed a bit and folded his arms before adding on quite a sour note, “They better eat it.” Some times, even his best dishes were avoided because the smelt weird, or looked different than most food. And half the time they were amazing. The other half it was something only some one with no taste could love. Grabbing the handles he began the trek to the dinning hall. If anything he could at least say he had developed quite the upper body strength from carrying massive pots around. As he waltzed down the hall he began shouting, a booming rough voice that was quite hard to miss. “Dinner is ready!” Despite it being quite large, if you were inside, chances were you’d hear him. It made for fun times when he got into a fight, the whole house would know about it.
Kicking the door open he lumbered in, scanning the room. It was empty for now. And it was already fully set, he had made sure of that. The china was set out, with the appropriate cutlery, napkins at every seat. As usual there were more spots set than there were people to eat, not every one showed up all the time, and sometimes they brought guests. Best be prepared.
When no one showed up right away, it was clear he had little patience, he began to bang the pot with the spoon that he had stuffed into his apron. “‘URRY UP, OR I’LL EAT IT ALL MYSELF!” The loud clanging of the spoon was rivalled only by his voice. There were only two people he expected not to answer, Francis and Matthew who had gone out to do… manly things, he hadn’t really paid much attention. He didn’t care what they did, one day he would be in charge of this pit, and then they would do what he wanted. But for now he was just the cook, banging on his pot.
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