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Post by Clare Smidemann on Apr 9, 2010 8:53:45 GMT -5
Being new was not a thing that Clare enjoyed. Who relished being new anyways? She felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was an apprentice fluent enough in English, had the ability of an uncoordinated drunken person when it came to using her own scythe and poor social skills. Well they were not horrible exactly, they were just not acceptable to use in the manner she had been using for decades. She only spoke her mind even if her opinions were unwanted. As far as she was concerned the transfer was a waste of energy.
In order to soothe her growing feeling of unease the dark haired female sat down on a bench. She leaned against the arm rest on one side and propped her feet up on the other before cracking open an old, tattered book. She flipped through the aged pages until she found a story that had caught her attention. 'How fitting…' Clare thought with a quiet giggle as she started reading the tale of the Ugly Duckling. Nothing could beat the sensation of getting lost in a story.
Perhaps the idea had worked a little too well. Clare was finding it hard to keep her eyes open. She did not want to sleep just yet. No, she only wanted to read the whole story once more; though the thought of slumber was becoming far more tempting by the minute. 'If it were only for a few minutes who would know, right?' Clare had to cover a yawn with her hand.
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Post by Felix D. Friedhold on Apr 16, 2010 10:55:01 GMT -5
Felix walked with a set of documents in his hands all of which he had been asked to deliver at the library. Or rather almost all of them. As he flipped through the pieces of papers he came across a file that had been handed to him a couple of days ago - a file containing the information on his new apprentice, a young girl by the name of Clare Smidemann originating from Copenhagen the capital of Denmark. Absentmindedly scratching his beard as he continued walking, his hazel hues read through the file once again and he could not help but wonder how his superiors had come up with the brilliant idea of giving him an apprentice and a transfer at that, when he had just recently transferred to the London department as well. Not that he minded having a new apprentice, actually he saw it as a glorious task to teach the youngsters about the job of a shinigami and enjoyed the way it gave him the opportunity to show them his own possibly more relaxed way of viewing it, as he opposite many of the other shinigami did not view his job as the most important thing in his life. He loved his job, do not be mistaken, but there were other values in life as well which he thought his coworkers had a tendency of forgetting. He was just worried about the fact that there were so many things that he still did not know about the London department and he did not want to give the young lady a poor education. Oh well I guess we can learn about these things together then~
He smiled and looked at the picture of his new apprentice. He had not been the mentor of someone in a while, something that he had really missed though his previous high rank in München had prevented him from having the proper time to teach anyone. This was yet another good thing about his transfer and though he thought he had been made a mentor here pretty hastily, he welcomed the task with open arms. He did not know when he would have the chance to become a mentor again and so decided to just enjoy this role that he had been given. He just hoped that he would not end up getting the both of them lost while running around the streets of London, but he guessed that would have its own charm.
Stepping into the library he walked over to a desk and handed the appointed documents to the shinigami sitting there and exchanged a few words with him for then to stick Clare Smidemann’s file into his pocket and walk away. Glancing around the library he took a few steps up to the nearest bookshelf and started to search for the magic plays containing the stories of the people on his new list of humans in need of reaping. That was when he through the corners of his eyes caught sight of a brown haired young girl sitting at a bench not too far away. The girl had reminded him of someone and when he turned his head to look at her he realized that this was his new apprentice that he had yet to be introduced to. With a smile playing on his lips he abandoned his previous task and walked up to his apparently sleepy apprentice and spoke to her for the first time in a gentle voice.
“If you are tired then why don’t you go to take a rest?” he asked still smiling as he held out his hand towards her, intending to shake hers should she decide to take it. “Clare Smidemann is it? I’m Felix D. Friedhold your new mentor. Pleased to meet you~”
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Post by Clare Smidemann on Apr 21, 2010 8:52:59 GMT -5
Clare tried to finish reading the book. Her head bobbed as she struggled to stay awake. It was a mistake for her to have stayed up last night but she couldn’t resist roaming the streets of London while she was still alone and on her own time. She wanted to know firsthand about where she would work from now on and she didn’t want it to be through the watered down version of a mentor.
“If I were to go to sleep, I wouldn’t be able to finish the story. Now would I?” The young apprentice skimmed through the rest of the book. She wasn’t aware that it was her mentor who had spoken. Closing her novel the brown haired, brown eyed girl looked up. She hadn’t expected to see Felix there. Glancing from his out stretched hand to his face; Clare hesitantly took it and gave it a quick shake.
“That would be my name, yes. It’s nice to meet you too.” She forced a smile as she spoke. Clare was already placing bets in the back of her mind of how long it would be until she drove up the kind man up the wall with her antics. Two months, tops. Was what her thought was as she shifted on the bench so that she was sitting properly in her seat.
There was something that made the young shinigami wish that she had actually read the memo about her mentor. His accent was almost familiar sounding. How though? It wasn’t any of the Danish accents she had ever come across, but it was so close. She forced herself to think of the days she freely roamed Copenhagen. Something suddenly clicked. He must be from the neighboring country to her homeland, Germany.
“You are not from around here, are you?” Clare asked with a sudden interest in her new mentor. Perhaps her stay in the London Division would be better than she had ever anticipated. As set down her book a small smile broke on her face.
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Post by Felix D. Friedhold on May 16, 2010 16:26:15 GMT -5
His apprentice’s quite unfriendly reply caused the older reaper to arch an eyebrow. He did not mind the freshness that younger shinigami brought with them to work, but he had still expected some degree of respect to be shown from the younger. She might not have known that it was he, her mentor that had spoken at first, but that quite frankly did not matter to him. It was supposed to a part of common manners to respond friendly to another’s friendly suggestion. That was how Felix saw it at least. Fortunately for Clare, Felix decided to not make any big deal out of it and just shrugged it off, continuing to give her a warm smile. He was still excited about having an apprentice, something which could probably be seen in his slightly sparkling eyes.
Shaking her hand with a firm one of his own he suddenly bended down and pinched her cheek, much like the way he did it when one of the children at the orphanage was in need of a lecture and quite frankly, Clare was about to get one as well. “And now the first lesson. When someone talks to you, you are supposed to look at them when you reply as anything else would be rude, unless you have a very good reason not to and reading a novel is not what I consider a good reason~” the former director said, winking at her as if to show that he did not mean anything harmful by it.
Felix widened his eyes at the apprentice’s question, not having expected to be asked something like this right ahead yet very much acknowledging her perception and it did only take a second for his face to fall back to his previous smile. “That’s correct. Well spotted, Clare. And if you know anything about the origin of names you might have guessed that I’m from Germany. Now I already know that you just recently transferred from Denmark, which makes us pretty much neighbours, so let’s try to get along shall we?” he asked, taking a seat next to her and stretching his legs out in front of him before leaning back and looking at her once again. He bended just slightly closer with a playful glint in his eyes. “To tell you the truth I just recently transferred here as well unfortunately haven’t yet completely managed to learn my way around the maze – that would be London, if you were wondering~ So let’s try to do our best together shall we?” he asked, winking at her again before continuing once again. “So have you been well received so far? Any questions that you would like me to try to answer?”
(OOC: I appologize for the long wait and will try my best to reply faster in the future~)
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Post by Clare Smidemann on Aug 1, 2010 17:38:49 GMT -5
She did not enjoy that her mentor had treated her like a misbehaving child. How degrading. It wasn’t like she was a little kid anymore. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and a slight bit of anger. Clare had to bite her tongue and resist the urge to roll her eyes.
“I would rather you not pinch my cheeks, Sir,” She said as a scowl graced her face. “If you do not do that again, I might be able to come up with a better excuse.”
“I must admit that I was not informed as to who exactly my new mentor was to be. Well if they did tell me I wasn’t paying any attention.” The young shinigami admitted. She fell silent for a moment before adding, “Though I do think that we should try to get along. As best as we can.” Clare couldn’t help the smirk that had surfaced with the last comment. There was no way she was going to make this easy.
“Well… I went exploring a yesterday. It’s much larger than back home…” She paused as she tried to form her thoughts into a sentence. “I have been trying to keep to myself. It seems to be the best possible way for me to stay out of trouble… After all; my last mentor called me impossible, incorrigible, and irresponsible among other things.”
“Oh! I do have a question! Why is the food here so… awful?”
((OOC: Sorry for the delay! And the not-so-good-reply... I'll do a much better one next time!))
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