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| BwavoBunny | Feb 2 2010, 05:51 AM Post #1 |
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Fall 11, Year 7 8:00 am [align=center]Laying flat on her back, Bunny gazed up at the blooming trees breathing in their calming scent. She remembered her father talking about this place...how if you wished hard enough the Goddess would appear and grant you a wish! Of course, as she got older, her father had confessed he didn't believe in such things. "I just can't believe something I can't see, Bunny...but oh how I wish I could...how I wish I could." Sniffing, she wiped a tear from her eye and sighed deeply. "This place is suppose to cheer my up, not bum me out!" Hitting her cheeks, she reached into her bag, and pulled out her very last mini pie. "Well, Pops, here's to you. Hope you're getting good food, where ever you are." Raising it up to the sky, she smiled, and then lowered it. Nibbling it, she let her mind wander aimlessly. |
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| Ammy | Feb 2 2010, 06:36 AM Post #2 |
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Salvatore had never put much stock in the divine. It was them who made his son a lazy ass, them who made his wife steal his money, then cheat on him. Salvatore did nothing. He kept his nose in his own business unless asked or maybe if he was bored, and had lived a good clean life as a dirt poor teacher. One who had climbed his way to success at a university, only to have it snatched away by the so-called love of his life. Not to mention the goddess made her gardens an awfully far away from his home. But Salvatore had a job to do. The teachers had drawn straws to see who had to scope out the next sight for a field trip. He had drawn the short one. Another thing to thank the gods for, eh? Having neared the end of his hike, Salvatore took a moment to breath. The autumn wind made his joints ache, maybe there was a storm coming. He fanned himself with his hat. “Ahh, volere è potere.” Where there’s a will there’s a way, and Salvatore had a will. It was in his drawer at the Inn. But not that will, but rather the one that made Salvatore want to get there, and then get back again. And then he saw a young girl lying by the glade. On her back. Eating pie. And Salvatore wondered, seeing as this was a place of holiness, if pie was… holy. Like eating bread or drinking wine. Was pie the fruit of the Harvest Goddess. He shook his head, this island and its crazy customs. “Buongiorno!” Salvatore said, standing over the girl, bushy eyebrows raised and obscured by his cap. “It is nice to see young folks out so early, my son, he is older than you and does not rise until noon.” He was not sure why he was telling her this, but thought he might as well anyway. |
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| BwavoBunny | Feb 2 2010, 07:18 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center]Closing her eyes, Bunny inhaled deeply and chewed her piece of pie slowly, silently raising up a prayer. Dear, Goddess...I don't know if you are much one for listening in on pie eaters, such as myself, but...I'd really appreciate it, if you could...oh, well....I mean to say....I'd like to see Dad...just one more time...if it's not too much to ask.... “Buongiorno!” Jumping some, her eyes flashed open and she stared up at...gulping her eyes tried to adjust to the sudden light. Squinting, her heart pounded rapidly against her chest, a hope bursting there that she tried with all her might to stifle. "Pops...?" “It is nice to see young folks out so early, my son, he is older than you and does not rise until noon.” Blinking, Bunny's eyes finally focused in on the face that was talking to her. He had the same bushy eyebrows and a beard similar to her father's, but it wasn't him. He didn't even sound like him, and she was fairly certain she didn't have some brother she wasn't aware of. Still the realization was a bit...heart breaking. Staring at the man for a moment, holding in the tears she wanted to burst into, she slowly took a bite out of her pie, and chewed it. Swallowing, feeling that she was collected enough, she smiled crookedly up at him. "Ah well, it's more like...I've been up since midnight, sir. I don't deserve that much credit..." |
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| Ammy | Feb 2 2010, 05:25 PM Post #4 |
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”Pops…?” No, not Pops. Salvatore. What was a Pops? Salvatore scratched his beard, confused and wondering what he had jus been called. Time to delve into the wonder of colloquial expressions. Father was English for padre, Papa was used by most languages, Papa would be mispronounced as Popo, he supposed, if one was allergic to the ah sound. And if one were too lazy to pronounce two syllables, that made ‘Pop.’ So she was calling him father? This just served to confused Salvatore more. He noticed the girl was not looking very happy, perhaps the pie had been burnt. “Well, at least you are awake.” Nico had the habit of sleeping from nine in the evening to twelve at noon. Not even Pippino slept that long, and he was a cat. All he did was eat, sleep, and purr. “I am Salvatore Rovigatti, a… euh… professor at the school,” he said. “They sent me here to see if we could field trip here.” “What are you doing up here so early? Confessional?” Maybe nature was like a priest in Catholicism. |
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| BwavoBunny | Feb 2 2010, 05:45 PM Post #5 |
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[align=center]Moving into a sitting position, Bunny lowered the pie from her mouth, holding it in her hands as she politely kept eye contact with the older gentleman. He looked confused, though, she supposed that wouldn't be too far of a stretch. If he heard me call him Pops... "Well, at least you are awake.” Chuckling lightly, she pushed her glasses up on her nose. "I think that can be debatable. But yes, sir, there is something to be said about being conscious before ten am." She was enjoying his accent very much, perhaps to help her forget that this wasn't the father she had wished for. “I am Salvatore Rovigatti, a… euh… professor at the school," Ah, so a teacher!...of course he said professor, was there a college there? She didn't remember her father mentioning one. "They sent me here to see if we could field trip here.” Oooh...so, maybe more like... "An elementary?" She hadn't actually seen much of the village it's self yet, much less any educational facilities. But he had only mentioned one school...weren't there more than one? Course Dad said it was a small town.... "Oh, I am Bunny Hopps, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roooviii..gatti?" She pronounced his name slowly and more as a question, not wanting to get it wrong. Glad one of her hands was non covered in pie gunk, she held it out for him to shake. “What are you doing up here so early? Confessional?" Laughing, Bunny smiled at Salvatore. "I...suppose you could say that. More like prayer. Or wishing." Glancing sheepishly to the side she added, "Though I guess they are the same thing..." |
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| Ammy | Feb 8 2010, 01:51 PM Post #6 |
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"An elementary?" Did Salvatore not just say he was a professor? Perhaps this girl was not as awake as he thought she was. Still, she no doubt knew this island and its strange ways better than he did. “Yes, a professor. Of French.” Oh the irony of an Italian speaking French, especially when there was a French-speaking Canadian teacher there. And him being a qualified history professor. Ah, such was life! Next there would be a fat man teaching gym or a pianist teaching the children how to draw. At least Salvatore spoke French, though he had a feeling that his students would speak French with an Italian accent. Though it made some sense that the best accent was speaking (supposedly) the language of love. “We teach all ages, such a strange system but I suppose it’s working.” Bunny… Hopps? Why not Froggy Leap or Birdy Fly? Salvatore supposed it did not matter, it was a funny name but not an inherently bad one. “Rovigatti,” he repeated, shaking her hand firmly. “Praying, wishing, different word, same meaning,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Neither one will get you very far without strong work to back it up.” That was what he told his daughters, his students, his wife, his cat, his son. And though the latter never listened, he thought he might as well tell this girl as well. |
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| BwavoBunny | Feb 10 2010, 06:35 AM Post #7 |
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[align=center]"French! Oh it's a lovely language. I took it in high school, but I was atrocious." Laughing sheepishly, she remembered when she had decided that she preferred eating French food to speaking the language herself. He didn't sound French, and his name made him seem Italian...but it wasn't impossible to think of an Italian man teaching French. Just makes it interesting~ “We teach all ages, such a strange system but I suppose it’s working.” Tilting her head, Bunny tucked her pie away in her bag. "Well, if it ain't broke don't fix it, I 'pose." Smiling, she stood up, wiping her hands on her pants. "If they're teaching 'em foreign languages, it shouldn't be all bad, ya?" “Praying, wishing, different word, same meaning, Neither one will get you very far without strong work to back it up.” An airy chuckle escaping her mouth, she looked at Salvatore with a sentimental expression. "My pops thought the same way." Sniffing, she wiped some wetness from her eye and looked around her. "I try to be like that, but sometimes I can't help but lapse back into praying." |
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| Ammy | Feb 13 2010, 04:17 PM Post #8 |
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Salvatore laughed. “It is, but I prefer Italian because I am patriotic and stubborn.” Unlike the French, who were only stubborn in the ways that it didn’t matter. They insisted the frogs legs and snails were for eating, and yet when war knocked on their doors they skedaddled. “I never took a class on French until university, when I was a boy I had to learn it so I could guide tourists. For the longest time I could say nothing in French but facts about Venezia.” That had been how he learned England and German as well. Perhaps Spanish would have been a good idea, but the Spanish were too busy sitting in their country and doing nothing to come visit humble Italy. “I am supposing not, and foreign languages are always wonderful to learn. New cultures, new ways of life open up, ya?” He had to copy local island dialect, lest he stand out even more. Perhaps he should bake a pie when he returned. Pumpkin pie. On second thought, pizza pie. Salvatore was not afraid to adhere to stereotypes. "My pops thought the same way. I try to be like that, but sometimes I can't help but lapse back into praying." Salvatore could not help but notice she used the past tense when referring to her father. He knew enough to know that it wasn’t some weird English thing (a language more confusing than German, its rules changed at a whim.) Obviously Bunny was still mourning, at least in her heart. “He sounds like a wonderful man.” Oh, he’d just used present tense, didn’t he? “Ah, praying, praying itself is not bad. Just don’t expect your problems to be solved by them. Think of it as a... euh, motivator to change your life.” |
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| BwavoBunny | Feb 19 2010, 04:05 PM Post #9 |
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[align=center]Chuckling some, Bunny nodded, listening as he spoke of how he came about learning French. He really seemed like an interesting guy; he knew multiple languages, for one. And he probably knew more about where he was from than she did. "I am supposing not, and foreign languages are always wonderful to learn. New cultures, new ways of life open up, ya?” Ah! He says the same thing as me~! Bunny hadn't found someone else with the peculiar habit of tacking on 'ya' to the end of their sentences. Truthfully she wasn't sure where she picked it up, but there was something exciting about knowing she wasn't alone in it. "I agree! I wish I could travel more, but it helps to have a good place to come back home to, ya?" Alright, alright, that one was on purpose, but she couldn't help it. “He sounds like a wonderful man.” Looking at Salvatore, she smiled slightly, nodding. "He really was." She didn't think she could go into much more detail than that at the moment without crying, she left it at that. “Ah, praying, praying itself is not bad. Just don’t expect your problems to be solved by them. Think of it as a... euh, motivator to change your life.” As the older man spoke, a slow smile grew on Bunny's lips. Nodding at the end of his words, she grinned, "Most definitely...man, you really do sound like Pops! I'm beginning to think he sent you to get me to do something." Laughing, she tucked some hair behind her ear; she wouldn't put it past her old man to do something like that. He never was one to let things pass by him as he sat idly by. |
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| Ammy | Mar 8 2010, 09:51 PM Post #10 |
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"Ya, yah," Sal said, nodding. What a strange dialect this island had. In fact, how strange it was in general. Ya, and pie. Ya, and pie. And names like Bunny. It was so different from Venezia and Italy. The man hadn't yet decided if this was a good thing or not. He heard Bunny compare him to her father once again, and he grinned through his bear. That seemed to be a good thing, from the way she smiled when Salvatore spoke. The old Italian took off his hat and fanned himself with it. Beneath his worn and weathered cap, he had quite a lot of hair when age was taken into consideration. Not as much as he once had, but what could you except? "I suppose I should get back on task, take a page from my own book." He glanced around the glade. Curious, it still seemed to be spring here. Salvatore would have to investigate the logic of this. "Tell me about this place. You know more than I, surely." |
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