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Post by Magma on Nov 14, 2009 21:56:41 GMT
Amara looked over the selection that she'd taken from the dinner line. It was a leafy green salad with some walnuts. Not the most filling dinner, but there was nothing that appealed to her. Amara wasn't raised on pop-tarts or cherrioes. Foods that were naturally grown or killed was her staple diet- known to this world as organic. The mystery meat served just looked disgusting.
This was the most embarassing thing Amara could think of- looking for a seat in the crowded dining hall. Amara hadn't actually made any friends yet. She'd been way to confused with life in the 21st century she hadn't become the social butterfly she used to be back home. Her sapphire eyes scanned the dining room for an empty seat away from the center of attention. Amara found one near the window and put her green plate on it as she took her seat.
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Post by Colossus on Nov 16, 2009 0:20:54 GMT
Piotr walked through the dining hall as he had finished his trip through the dinner line, a tray in each hand and a third resting in the crook of his arms. Growing in such a poor setting and with such a harsh enviorment Piotr had never seen so much food in his life, and this was merely one meal here at Xavier's! One thing they had determined for the young Russian was that he was actually somewhat underweight, especially given his large size and his desire to increase the strength of his human form to aid his organic steel one. Of course walking through the dining hall with three trays loaded with food usually got Piotr a few snide comments but the real difficulty was finding a place to sit.
As his eyes scanned the room he saw a table with a solitary young lady sitting there and he decided to take a chance. He walked up to the table and set his trays down.
"Excuse me?" he asked, "Is it ok if I sit here?" He waited for her answer before attempting to join her.
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Post by Magma on Nov 16, 2009 1:00:07 GMT
Amara's eyes instantly caught the sight of Piotr as he went down the food line and picked up a good portion of the buffet onto his three trays. Now this girl wasn't one to only eat a cube of cheese a day, but Amara had never seen anyone eat that much foo in one sitting. Her eyes widened as she saw the large mass of a man come closer to her. Oh gods, if he was going to make fun of her.
The girl turned beat red as he spoke to her, she wasn't expecting him to ask to sit with her. She wasn't ugly- rather the opposite- but she was a little awkward compared to most of the other students.
"Um...sure." she said while moving her little plate over a bit. Amara bit down on her lip and looked up at the bulky guy. "You're Piotr, right?" she asked.
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Post by Colossus on Nov 17, 2009 2:04:12 GMT
As soon as she gave the go ahead Piotr sat down and put his trays in order. He had the same basics of a meal that everyone else did, just more of it. With that in mind he actually had his trays in an order of how he liked to consume his food. So hungry was the young Russian he forgot to introduce himself as he sat down and started eating.
"You're Piotr, right?"
"Da," he tried to say with a food in his mouth. He stopped and swallowed what he was eating before trying again.
"Da, I am Piotr Rasputin. Sorry but I do not seem to recall your name Ms......" he left the question open so she could answer as he stuff another bite of food into his mouth.
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Post by Magma on Nov 17, 2009 2:56:56 GMT
Amara watched as the large guy infront of her shovel food into his mouth as if there was a famine. The teen just watched and waited for him to respond to her question, not sure if she should interrupt him. She held her head in her palm as she watched him, slightly rude, but not completely.
"Amara Aquilla." she said then went back to eating her salad. He was nice. At least he didn't completely ignore her.
"Nice you meet you. Are you from Russia?" she asked, curious.
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Post by Colossus on Nov 18, 2009 20:38:41 GMT
Piotr realized as he watched the girl's reaction that perhaps eating like a starving child from Africa might be considered slightly rude. He finished the bite he was working on focused instead on the conversation they where having.
"Sorry," he said as he explained his behavior, "I am still not used to having this much food available and sometimes I react like I was back home. It is nice to meet you Amara. Yes I am orignally from a farming commune in Russia, Siberia to be more specific. Where are you from?" he asked her. He politely held off from eating before hearing her response.
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Post by Magma on Nov 19, 2009 4:48:52 GMT
Amara knew what it was like to be from a different country and smiled at him.
"I did not mean to make you stop eating. Please go ahead." she said while taking a taint bite from her plate. Amara didn't know what a faming commune was, but she didn't feel like looking more daft so she didn't ask. The blonde knew where Russia and Siberia were.
"I'm from Brazil." she said, unsure as to if he even knew what Nova Roma was.
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Post by Colossus on Nov 23, 2009 3:39:52 GMT
Piotr resumed eating when Amara gave him permission but this time he was more in control. He took measured bites and tried not to act like a slob.
"Brazil? That is interesting. I have never been there before. In fact with the exception of home and here I have never been anywhere before." he said with a chuckle.
"So Amara, what brings you to Xavier's?"
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Post by Magma on Nov 28, 2009 4:55:52 GMT
Her blue eyes tried not to notice the change in his eating pattern, but Amara smiled at his sudden decrease in food intake. He must had realize that she was taken aback by his mannerism. Amara didn't mind how anyone ate, but it was just distracting to watch something new.
"Yeah its lovely down there. I've never been to Russia before. I've only read about it." she replied while stabing a few leaves of her salad. Somehow Amara knew that the Russia she thought about was different from his version.
"My father thought it was best for me to come here. I need to learn how to control my powers." she explained. Pretty generic answer, but it was the truth.
"Same in your case, or no?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Colossus on Dec 7, 2009 19:55:30 GMT
"No actually," Piotr said in response to her question, "my parents where uncertain about what to think when they discovered my mutation. "They felt however that my powers should belong to the state, that I should be using them for the glory of the homeland. However they also believed life would be better for me in America and thus they agreed to let me come here."
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Post by Magma on Dec 24, 2009 19:37:15 GMT
Amara blinked as Piotr spoke about his mutation and the way his parents felt about them. They did come from different worlds, but at least both of them had good people for parents.
"Mhm. Well do you like it here so far? " she inquired with eagerness.
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