Post by gwendal738 on Sept 3, 2009 11:39:45 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS gwendal738, I'M
OMG FTW IM TURNING 17 O: YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST 0 YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I haven't been roleplaying for a long time (in fact I only just started roleplaying when I joined the other Hetalia site) but I want to experience a new form of writing since all I wrote is fanfiction (and I haven't touched my writing pen for two years already, yipe!), and I think this is the best opportunity given to me. And I really love the idea of Austria working in a school. Poor German. XD. HAVE I READ THE RULES? I don't think so... READ THE RULES (haha, got yah)
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE Varies MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
Huffing and puffing, Austria walked briskly through the brightly lit hallway. Dang, the first day of school and he was already late? What would the students say?
Running or hurrying was not Austria's style. Uh-uh, not at all. He could be running late for fifty minutes and STILL take a shower. Austrians are just like that: perfectionists, finicky, neat- everything had to be just right. This is why they say Austrians never get anything done. He was, according to himself, the embodiment of a true German. Unlike Germany and Prussia.
Which is why said Austrian is always late. No matter how important an event is, or how necessary that he is to be there ON TIME, he was always late anyway. And the ironic thing? He hates late people. Talk about hypocrisy on full alert.
Austria continued to walk rapidly, shoes making a soft tip-tap sound against the newly waxed cement floors. He shook his head, promising as a new year's resolution that he was never, never again going to be late, lest he be fired. Shaking his head in exasperation as he went, his thick, dark blue binder with the day's lessons in hand, he was wondering why the hallway was so damn freaking long. Before all that, where WAS his classroom anyway? Stopping in his tracks for a minute, he opened his binder and checked his schedule. Homeroom, 2B. Adjusting his glasses, he looked up to see the numbers of the classrooms and saw that he was going the wrong way. Sighing in disbelief at his lack of sense of direction, he quickly turned the other way and started walking again, almost breaking into a small jog. ALMOST though, mind you. Austrians don't jog.
As he continued passing through the seemingly daunting endless hallway, his mind began to slip somewhere else. Everything became oblivious to him. Endless images of pianos, cakes, and Mozart flew through his mind as he still walked through the hallway. How he wished to be home, so he could sit down in front of his beloved piano and play. Hobbies before work first, right? Although there was also this nagging feeling about how something was off. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen anyone yet. Maybe they're all in their classrooms already?
Quickly realizing he had lost himself again, he wisely controlled his train of thought and stopped short in front of a classroom. Room 2B. It seems he has a better sense of direction when he's daydreaming...
Clutching the knob, he took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. 8:55 am. Dang, he was thirty-five minutes late! Leave twenty students alone for thirty-five minutes and what do you get? Pure CHAOS, that's what. Austria could almost feel a headache coming onto him now. He was new at teaching, new at this school, new to the environment, new to everything. Can he survive this?
I can most certainly survive this. Austria assured himself, though finding little solace in the words. I am a German, after all. And Germans, as far as I have known, have been known for their valiant efforts to try something that which they have not encountered before, and survived. I can do this.
Finally, he turned the knob, not realizing that he had been clutching it so hard that his knuckles turned white. He entered the brightly lit room gingerly, hoping that the Principal was not there to give him a grilling or something.
And that's where he stared at complete air. The classroom was completely empty, looking as desolate as the dinner table after a party. Austria blinked twice at the sign on the bulletin board on the far right of the classroom: CLASSES START AUGUST 25, SEE YOU SOON. He blinked again, this time shuffling through his binder for the schedule. It did read August 25.
He looked at the calendar on his watch. August 24.
Oops.
Running or hurrying was not Austria's style. Uh-uh, not at all. He could be running late for fifty minutes and STILL take a shower. Austrians are just like that: perfectionists, finicky, neat- everything had to be just right. This is why they say Austrians never get anything done. He was, according to himself, the embodiment of a true German. Unlike Germany and Prussia.
Which is why said Austrian is always late. No matter how important an event is, or how necessary that he is to be there ON TIME, he was always late anyway. And the ironic thing? He hates late people. Talk about hypocrisy on full alert.
Austria continued to walk rapidly, shoes making a soft tip-tap sound against the newly waxed cement floors. He shook his head, promising as a new year's resolution that he was never, never again going to be late, lest he be fired. Shaking his head in exasperation as he went, his thick, dark blue binder with the day's lessons in hand, he was wondering why the hallway was so damn freaking long. Before all that, where WAS his classroom anyway? Stopping in his tracks for a minute, he opened his binder and checked his schedule. Homeroom, 2B. Adjusting his glasses, he looked up to see the numbers of the classrooms and saw that he was going the wrong way. Sighing in disbelief at his lack of sense of direction, he quickly turned the other way and started walking again, almost breaking into a small jog. ALMOST though, mind you. Austrians don't jog.
As he continued passing through the seemingly daunting endless hallway, his mind began to slip somewhere else. Everything became oblivious to him. Endless images of pianos, cakes, and Mozart flew through his mind as he still walked through the hallway. How he wished to be home, so he could sit down in front of his beloved piano and play. Hobbies before work first, right? Although there was also this nagging feeling about how something was off. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen anyone yet. Maybe they're all in their classrooms already?
Quickly realizing he had lost himself again, he wisely controlled his train of thought and stopped short in front of a classroom. Room 2B. It seems he has a better sense of direction when he's daydreaming...
Clutching the knob, he took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. 8:55 am. Dang, he was thirty-five minutes late! Leave twenty students alone for thirty-five minutes and what do you get? Pure CHAOS, that's what. Austria could almost feel a headache coming onto him now. He was new at teaching, new at this school, new to the environment, new to everything. Can he survive this?
I can most certainly survive this. Austria assured himself, though finding little solace in the words. I am a German, after all. And Germans, as far as I have known, have been known for their valiant efforts to try something that which they have not encountered before, and survived. I can do this.
Finally, he turned the knob, not realizing that he had been clutching it so hard that his knuckles turned white. He entered the brightly lit room gingerly, hoping that the Principal was not there to give him a grilling or something.
And that's where he stared at complete air. The classroom was completely empty, looking as desolate as the dinner table after a party. Austria blinked twice at the sign on the bulletin board on the far right of the classroom: CLASSES START AUGUST 25, SEE YOU SOON. He blinked again, this time shuffling through his binder for the schedule. It did read August 25.
He looked at the calendar on his watch. August 24.
Oops.
