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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Feb 3, 2011 21:25:16 GMT -5
Natalia & Sadik
Dedication was one thing the Belarusian had in vast quantities. Everyday after class, she would quietly make her way to the clubroom, listening intently to what they had to teach. She was doing her absolute best to better herself and become someone her sister would approve of. If her sister did not accept her love now, if she continued to try…would she come to love her in the future? Natalia Arlovskaya was willing to do anything to earn this love and would train herself endlessly to become her sister’s perfect bride.
She naturally had faults and house keeping was one of them. Due to being spoiled by her sister, she had not really learned to cook or clean. Cleaning was easy to learn, with as much determination as she had; she passed that hurdle with flying colors. Cooking on the other hand, well…That was something entirely different.
Natalia was not normal by any sense of the word. She was an extreme girl and this extremity even carried on into her tastes. The foods she cooked turned out too salty, or too sweet. Some days it would be too bitter or too sour. It was always something new when she tried, but Natalia was cooking based on her own tastes. However, no one was a fan of her tastes, especially not Ivanna. So she had to bring herself to find some sort of middle ground.
Today was no different. The Belarusian was currently in the Home economics room, looming over a cookbook. She was studying it, doing her best to grasp the concept of this recipe being correct. Would it not be too bland with just this much? Ah, but…if Ivanna liked it then she supposed she should give it a shot. She would eat it if it brought Ivanna joy.
The thought made her happy, though the said happiness did not show upon her expressionless face. She sincerely hoped that she would improve so that her skills may increase. She wanted more than anything to impress her, and perhaps those around her as well. Just as an added benefit of course.
“Now…let’s see here…where to begin?”
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Post by Sadik Adnan on Feb 21, 2011 13:59:28 GMT -5
There were some people in the world who tried to be different. These people honestly put effort into standing out from other people; going purposely against norms to say that they did so, dressing oddly, acting oddly, being someone they weren't for the sake of fitting into the classification of NOT fitting in. It was a load of manure, really, and very sad. But there are those that do things differently, quietly, and are noticed not because they try to be, but because they are special. Such was the kind of person to be venerated, to be celebrated, to be idolized; similarly, though, such was the type of person that would always be overlooked and under-appreciated. Instead, society would turn the light onto some fool who marched forward with pomp and rank. Surely, though, he had been given a mind by mistake, for a spine would've sufficed...
In this regard, Sadik fell into an awkward category. He was, undoubtedly, different by nature; his actions and mannerisms and thoughts and opinions were unique and generally unparalleled, but there were instances that he did, indeed, try to be different for attention's sake. It was not so much that he longed to be in the limelight constantly, there were just certain things that he did that he had a need for recognition. Was it respectable-- no, not really; but what he lacked in respect he made up for in pride. He'd always respect himself which, at times, made it easy for him to respect others and vice-versa. It's hard not to respect someone who exudes self-confidence in everything he does, he's noticed, so he doesn't hide this quality... usually...
This was an exception, though. He was, really, a man. He was the epitome of a man in many ways. Hard-working, strong, family oriented, proud, stubborn, loud, competitive-- but there was more to him than that. Sadik was a cook at heart, having great pride in his country's history of culinary conquest (among other aspects of history). In a way, he could be a "housewife", he just didn't show the personality of one. He was more than capable of cooking and cleaning, caring for people and the like; he was just unwilling to do so for anyone outside of his family. But the word of the Home Ec club... it wasn't so much that he wanted to join, perse, he just wanted to see what it was all about...
He knew that people usually didn't go straight to clubs after school; there was that initial drive to talk to friends and teachers and the like. He'd take that opportunity to go and look around the room when no one was looking. But, as fate would have it, there was someone in there. If the door hadn't hit so loud against the track when he shut it, he would've just slipped out. Figuring by now it was too late, he simply chose to stay in the room and roam. As he looked, though, he noticed that the female before him was very familiar. Light hair, light skin, almost a darkness surrounding her though... it was the Slavic girl from his dorm. Oh, now he was really interested in this... The girl was focused on her cooking, so maybe she wouldn't notice him in there. But, not that it was creepy at all, he was going to watch her cooking. Sometimes, habits really did die hard, and this was one of them...
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Mar 28, 2011 18:15:24 GMT -5
Natalia was not so absorbed that she did not hear the door open. She paused in her cooking, peculiar violet eyes flashing in alarm. Not many people came this early, which was why she was doing her experimenting now. Silvery white hair brushed against her shoulders as she raised her head to stare at the new comer.
She was a little more than surprised to find the strange Turkish boy from her dorm. A frown pulled at the corners of her lips as she watched him for a moment. She would turn her gaze away when he looked back at her, not wishing for him to think that she was interested in his presence here. She was not. Just…a little unnerved. She never did like things she couldn’t read and he was most certainly a mystery to her.
A masked stranger was all that he was to her, but she knew for a fact that she did not like the way he would look at her sometimes. It was enough to make her skin crawl and sent alarm calls off in her mind. She was on edge around him and she hated that he brought this sort of feeling about. She liked to pretend that she was fearless…For the most part, she was. But it took a special sort of something to do this to her.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she worked, keeping a close eye on his location and noting the location of all the knives in the room. You know, just in case. She realized that she was perhaps just being a little overly paranoid. Still, she could not bring herself to trust ANYONE so easily. She would rather be suspicious and prepared than oblivious and unprepared.
She remained silent. She had nothing to say to him.
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Post by Sadik Adnan on Apr 30, 2011 11:51:58 GMT -5
[[ OOC: AHURRR FAIL REPLY IS FAIL I'M SORRY ]]
The mood in the silent room changed almost instantly; Sadik had been noticed. From the eyes of his mask, he could tell by a slight movement in her head that she was aware of him, looking at him from the corner of her eye. It was odd to say, but he could feel the darkness around the young woman swarm over him, as if he was to be a victim of her demise.
But it didn't deter Sadik in the least; if anything, it did the opposite. A lover of challenge and an obstinate soul, Sadik had a tendency of assuming that almost everything was challenging him. The glance that Natalia seemed to scream "I dare you to stay", and Sadik was just the guy to take up that dare. Whether or not she could feel his gaze, Sadik looked very hard at the Slavic woman in a way to tell her that he was staying for the duration.
Casually, Sadik ambled about the room, looking at the various things. He didn't really say anything, or allude that he intended to, he simply observed. He watched Natalia as she cooked, or tried to; it was an odd thing that he was being a bit overly focused on her work over the woman herself. She was beautiful, no doubt, but for some reason he didn't particularly think similarly about her cooking.
It was not that he could tell she was doing something wrong; it was more that he felt like she was very tense in what she was doing. Of course it never occurred to him that he might be the result of this, he just assumed that she didn't have confidence in cooking. Perhaps, Sadik figured, if he could get her to relax a little bit, maybe strike up conversation, she could calm down and find a niche in cooking... And perhaps he could get to know this beautiful European gem all the more...
Sadik made an appearance that he was focusing on various things in the room, looking a book at one moment, looking at a sheet on the table at another moment, very gradually making his way to where Natalia stood. He stood opposite her, watching her cook. "Whatcha cookin'?" He asked, finally shattering the glass bubble that shrouded them in silence.
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