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| [OPEN] The Queenstown Academy | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 21 2016, 02:12 PM (123 Views) | |
| MsIronsideMorheim | Aug 21 2016, 02:12 PM Post #1 |
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 Esmee Karlsson (Aged 16) and Anita Karlsson (aged 11) "Listen Esmee" the two girls mother began as they returned from the car having helped them unpack. "You remember how nervous you were when you started here? Well Anita will be just as nervous, especially now there are all these changes here, foreign students, boys. I want you to look after her, just how your cousin Paige looked after you. OK?" "Yes mother" Esmee rolled her eyes, truth be told she wanted to just get her stuff put away and see who else had arrived, catch up with her old classmates and see whether any cute boys had turned up with the new arrivals. It was exciting, the girls at school had been talking about it before the summer break, the fact that now they'd be mixing with boys, a rather exciting prospect to a teenage girl. Her mother hugged her and kissed her before moving to Anita the younger of the two Karlsson girls. "Now remember Anita, any problems you go see Esmee ok? She'll look after you. You'll love it here, I went here and enjoyed it and if its good enough for your cousin the Queen then its good enough for you" Mrs.Karlsson smiled as she held her youngest daughter in her arms. "Study hard, make friends and be good ok?" Anita nodded as her mother kissed her with a few tears in her eyes, it was the same everyear when they'd dropped Esmee off, Mum always cried. "Come on, I'm sure Esmee doesn't want all her friends watching you blub" their father said already getting into the car. He smiled and waved as they began to set off back home leaving Anita waving until they reached the gate. Several more vehicles were arriving now and so Esmee hung around to see if there were any familiar faces amongst them, dutifully Anita hung just behind her unsure what to do until classes started after the weekend. OOC - Open to anyone, feel free to have a character just turn up. |
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| Ascarenor | Aug 22 2016, 04:42 PM Post #2 |
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Irisannë Mehtassérosírë Vardamir Anarendacorin Irisannë had no desire to leave her beloved Ascarenor to travel across Audaxia to a foreign queendom. But she was a filial and dutiful daughter, when the matriarch commanded is was the child's responsibility, nay obligation, to listen. She was counted among the High Blood, she had a duty to maintain the family's honor and to disobey the matriarch would show discord, which would been seen by the other Noble Houses as weakness and failure to adhere to Heaven's commandments. Thus was the life of the Blood, of Ascarenor's Nobility, the smallest change in a Family's power or influence could have large ramifications at Court. The Court at Iscamir was ever changing, people falling in and out of favor like the wind. As the saying goes, "We must swim with the current or drown." She was resolved, it was only a year after all, and her mother had told her that Morheim was a peaceful nation worthy of Ascarenor's friendship, they are not barbarians to mistrust, but honorable people who deserve respect. The winds of the Ascari government were changing and Irisannë saw that the Viceriene's gaze had been set upon Gondor. Her Serene Highness was married now! And the Viceriene had just this morning conferred a Gondorian prince as her Noble Consort. The world was truly changing. Her mother had said that in the years to come the Viceroyalty would have more friends in the international community and that Irisannë must be on her best behavior. After all, she would represent Ascarenor in Morheim, in no official capacity, obviously, but represent it either way. She had bid her mother farewell and taken flight to the capital of Morheim; Queenstown. It had been a smooth flight and arriving at the Academy she thought it rather bland, yet stately and beautiful in its simplicity, in what must only be the architectural fashion of the Queendom. Irisannë had grown up in the mansions and palaces of Iscamir where opulence and color surrounded every corner. The Ascari government had already dealt with all the political and legal procedures for Irisannë's stay in Morheim, as well as, sent her things ahead of time and placed them in her designated dormitory room. She arrived not long after the flight landed, luckily Morheim was within a reasonable distant to combat any jet-lag. She stepped out of the car and looked upon her new school, her home for the following year. Vardamir received a letter from the Ministry of Education stating that he had been selected to study abroad in Morheim. Apparently, his father, had requested the Education Ministry to allow his son to attend the Queenstown Academy. It was a rather uncommon event for a young student to study outside of the Education Ministry's rigid curriculum, believing most nations "sub-par" to their own. However, with the Viceriene's immersing foreign policy it was time to extend cultural ties with others. The youth were the future of Ascarenor and building friendships with the next generation of leaders was an important. He would miss his friends and his sports clubs, but would be back soon enough. The prospect of new experiences and new friends entertained his thoughts annulling any anxiety. His only worry is he would loose one year of preparation study for the Imperial Examinations, but his father assured him that his experience in Morheim will give his essays more flare, it will stand out over his peers. Like most Teleri of the Vahteleri caste he had his hair died a bright color, in contrast with his father what kept it dark as to keep uniformity with his dark haired Noldori, Sindari, and Lindari colleagues. The Secretariat liked uniformity, cohesion, and only the Teleri had hair color that was not black or dark brown. But, the youth did enjoy exotic colors of pink, green, violet and Vardamir had his a bright blue. In ages past, when hair length was strictly enforced only the higher castes allowed long hair, now hair length is no longer regulated. So the Vahteleri of Old wanted to show their own unique style and most had the money to buy rare dyes for their hair. The tradition has lasted until the present day. The Education Ministry had set everything up for Vardamir, his visas and papers were in order and they said that another Arda Tuluvan student was also to attend the Academy, a High Blood Noldori girl, which Vardamir knew meant he most likely would never meet her or speak with her. The High Blood were still very particular when it came to social interactions, but only time would tell. Luckily, because of her high station her luggage was to be taken care of and the Education Ministry said they would see to his things as well, to help alleviate stress. He arrived at the Queenstown Academy with excitement and wonder. He enjoyed Morheim's sense of architecture and design. He emerged from the car that had brought him to the Academy and was ready for the new year of adventure and study. |
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| MsIronsideMorheim | Aug 23 2016, 01:22 PM Post #3 |
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It was Miss Hallas' job to greet new arrivals, she was the school's Administration Manager and as such was responsible for allocating rooms to the students as they arrived. "Irsanne" she repeated the name to herself as she scanned the list. "Ah, here we are" she tapped the end of her pen against the name, "You're in Bollington Wing" she said pointing towards the wing of the building opposite them. "Floor three, I see you've already had your things sent over" she handed a set of keys to the room door over as well as a student ID. "If you get lost just ask any of the girls in the block" She watched as the young girl made her way over towards the accommodation block. Anita had got bored following Esmee around, she seemed only intent on seeing her friends, playing on her phone and texting, the younger girl reached the Bollington Wing as Irsanne arrived, she'd never seen anyone of her ethnicity before and so was intrigued. "Hello. I'm Anita" the young girl said walking over, "Welcome to Bollington" she added cheerfully. Clearly the girl was older than her, more her sisters age so likely in the same year. "I'm new here too" she added as an after thought. Esmee had been sat on the wall waiting for some of her friends to arrive when she saw the other car arrive, she paid it no attention until she noticed a boy of a similar age get out, he clearly wasn't from Morheim and his blue hair seemed intriguing. She hopped down off the wall and walked over just in time to hear Miss Hallas say he was in Pickering House, that was the block just behind her own block in Bollington. "I can show him the way" Esmee said helpfully. "Come on" she motioned for Vardamir to follow her. She walked around the corner before stopping, "I never introduced myself" she said suddenly turning, she stood ramrod straight with a big smile on her face and extended her right hand towards him. "I'm Esmee Karlsson, pleasure to meet you" she said waiting for him to shake her hand. "I like your hair" she said as she fell into step beside him. It didn't take them long to reach Pickering House's accommodation, "I'm not allowed in to help you unpack" she said at the door of the boys block, she reached into her pocket taking a pen out and took hold of his hand. "That's my phone number, if you need a hand settling in I'd be happy to help" she said once she'd written down her number. "Catch you later" she said turning and walking away glancing back over her shoulder to wave goodbye as she went. "Vardamir?" a man's voice came from behind him. "I'm Mr.James, I'm the Head of Pickering House, welcome to our team" he said welcoming the boy inside, "You're in Room No.4, all your things are there" he walked him up a short flight of stairs, "downstairs is the common room, kitchen, dining hall, gym and a study. Breakfast is 7:30am, Lunch is served in main school except weekends when its midday, evening meal at 5pm, supper at 9pm. You need to be in rooms by 10:30pm, if you use something in the kitchen please put it back" Mr.James explained as they reached the door of the room that would be Vardamir's, "and here it is. Welcome to the Academy" he dropped the keys into the boys hand before heading off. |
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| Teutonic Union | Aug 23 2016, 05:40 PM Post #4 |
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 Duke Albert Kemper of Ulm (Age 16 years) "I don't see why I have to come here?" Albert protested as he got out of the car accompanied by his father and mother. Albert may have been a Duke but back home in the Teutonic Union it didn't get him much respect, he was after all the bastard child of Prince Erik and the now disgraced Duchess of Rosberg. Luckily for Albert his father had never denied him, despite his mother being a little more free with her affections than was considiered morally wise in the Union. "Because as things stand Albert your the heir to the Principality, that means you need a good education and you keep getting in trouble in Koblem, here you'll get less of a problem and a fresh start" Prince Erik explained to his son. There had been various run ins at school because of his parents and these had seen him get into a few fights with his short temper. That was what had provoked Erik to pay for his son to attend this presitiogious school, Morheim was known to be more liberal than the Union and as such he thought Albert would be ok. "Dear, please just try and stay out of trouble and get some good grades." His mother begged of him with a kiss on the cheek. "Yes mother" Albert said, he'd genuinly tried to behave himself but he couldn't help but react to the names he'd got called, he knew he was fortunate that his father had given him money, land and a title, even going so far as naming him heir until such a time as he had a legitimate child and so he now promised himself he'd make the most of it here. He went over and registered as Prince Erik took the bags from the rear of their car, by the time he'd walked up to Albert they'd got their room details and headed off towards it. |
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| Ascarenor | Aug 23 2016, 07:38 PM Post #5 |
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She had been polite to the School’s Administration Manager and thanked her kindly with a curtsy before heading off to her dormitory. It was strange to her not to have any of her ilar’naldar around to guide or assist her, something that she would need to get used to. It wasn’t that she was incompetent or unable to things herself, it was just how things were in Ascarenor; and one did not question the way of things. Another thing that Irisannë would have to grow accustom to, was the fact that anyone could just approach and speak with her. Scandalous! She had been told, over and over again, that the Morheimers knew little, if anything, of the complicated social structure and culture of Ascarenor and she should not get offended by their ignorance, after all ignorance can be cured. With an inner sigh she responded to the younger girl, “Irisannë of House Mehtassérosírë.” The Ascari noble said with a small curtsy to Anita, she was polite, if not a bit haughty but what could one expect from the High Blood, Irisannë’s face remained pleasant and did not show any signs of annoyance. She had been taught since before she could remember the intricate delicacies of how to control one’s face and emotions. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Anita.” Determined not to alienate herself from her fellow students, and not wanting to make a rude first impression, “If you would be so kind, Anita, perhaps you could explain the regulations of Bollington and show me around?” He was shepherded along by a native Morheim girl who spoke rapidly as she showed him the way. Vardamir thought that he was proficient in English, but he soon realized that he was not. Or was it their accent? He could not recall if he had ever heard a Morheim accent before, either way, here he was. Miss Hallas had greeted him kindly and soon enough ushered him away as soon as the girl volunteered to show Vardamir where Pickering House was. He had enough time to give a polite thanks and a respectful bow to Miss Hallas. She called herself Esmee Karlson, he smiled back broadly taking her hand with a polite bow, “I am called Vardamir Ardamirion,” He said, but soon remembered that most people here only use their given and family names, so he quickly added his own family name, “Anarendacorin.” Well, as quickly as Arda Tuluvan family names allowed. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Esmee Karlson.” “Thank you kindly.” He said acknowledging her compliment of his hair. Once they reached Pickering House she bade him farewell and thanked her saying, “I would like to express my thanks for showing me to where my dormitory is located. It was very kind of you and I hope to see you once again.” His accent was typical of his people; it was rhythmic and delicate, not quiet, but soft if a bit slow, each sound was precise and had a melody that could have only come from a native Quenya speaker. She smiled taking his hand and wrote her number. He smiled back and waved as she left. “Greetings, Sir.” He said to Mr. James before head of the House went on to explain the rules of. He thanked and bowed respectfully to Mr. James once they reached his dormitory. He set down the few things he had on his person, entered Esmee’s number into his own phone before headed down into the common rooms to see meet his new dorm and class mates. |
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| Canton Valley | Aug 24 2016, 03:43 AM Post #6 |
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Ruth Jones Ruth unfolded her parasol as she stepped out of the car and onto the drive. She looked back and forth almost worriedly, embarrassed to be arriving at the Academy for the first time without a crinoline on. The swanbill corset, crinolette, and bustle were still very much the fashionable and polite accouterment for girls in the Valley, and though Ruth's parents and her aide had assured her that they were not generally worn outside of the country, she was still embarrassed and unsure. It would be typically her to arrive at a formal academy for the first time looking like some kind of farm girl. She sighed and looked back at the porter taking her luggage out of the car, balancing her parasol on her shoulder. Just two trunks compared to the numerous bags she saw others unloading. She had never lived a harsh or even a rough life by any stretch of the word, it just seemed that Cantonians were so used to making do that scarce amounts of luxuries were all that had caught on, and of course, the Elder's family had to set the example. She'd had to leave her books behind, ensured fully that the academy would have a much larger library than she could dream of. Her first impression of the academy itself was how large it was. She'd never even seen a school this large--perhaps it rivaled the size of the administrative complex in Haywood, and it was just a school. Her aide (who had also happened to accompany her on the trip, making sure she got to the country and then to the academy in one piece and without running away) put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Sister Ruth?" he said. "Yes, Brother?" she responded--not that he was her sibling, but following the teaching of the Church: Do not call yourself Rabbi, for ye have only one Teacher, and ye are all Brothers. Call no man on earth Father, for ye have only One Father and He is in Heaven. "Elder Andrew asked me to remind you to write to him. He said that he would have sent stamps but he didn't think that Cantonian stamps would be worth very much in this country. Remember to pray constantly." "Thank you, brother. Tell daddy that I love him when you get back, alright?" "Yes'm. You're sure you'll be all right?" "If He is with me, then who can stand against me?" The aide smiled and nodded. "You speak wise words Sister Ruth. I hope to see you again soon," he added, before climbing back into the car and driving off, leaving Ruth there on the drive with her bags, parasol still resting on her shoulder. |
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| MsIronsideMorheim | Aug 29 2016, 03:03 PM Post #7 |
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To Ascarenor Anita was just glad to have someone to hang around with now rather than her sister Esmee, beside it was interesting to see this foreign girl who was clearly so different than a Morheimian. "I'm new here too, so I'm kind of in the same situation" Anita chuckled nervously. "My big sister Esmee's been here for five years though, essentially Bollington's our home now, we have a dining room where we get meals, a kitchen where we can make snacks and cups of tea, the bedrooms upstairs are private, three people share a bathroom, so Esmee says you have to be quick in the morning or sometimes the hot water runs out. We have a TV room , games room and a study too. As long as your in bedroom when the House Mistress says then its up to you when you sleep, and you have to be in class for 8am in uniform. I guess we'll find the rest out together?" Anita tried to smile reassuringly. "So how come your here and not in......erm.....where exactly are you from?" Anita asked realising she hadn't got a clue. |
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