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I'm not exactly comfortable being here...

Dec 21, 2009, 11:35:23 PM by ~felix-baudouin
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Listening to: People gossip...
Reading: A textbook about Algebra.
Watching: My interest wain in this book.

_{School had gotten out only a few hours prior, some students continued to wander around before actually going home. It was just another day, nothing new or different, or even notable.

The sky was clear today, too. Kind of a shame, considering the rumors going around lately...

He sat quietly outside in the shopping district with a book flipped open in front of him, he wasn't that hard to miss (after all, who sits and reads in a spot people usually sit down to eat at with their friends), and was recognizably the new student who had moved here a month ago. Felix something-or-other. The hype over the new kid had died down considerably over the time, so no one bothered to really remember...

Green eyes widened and shot up from his book to look to the side, feeling as if someone was standing there watching him. He brushed his bangs out of the way to get a better look at you, a sudden look of overwhelming nervousness overcoming him. Felix glanced from you to each side before hesitantly going back to his book, he wasn't one to start a conversation and clearly decided you must not be either, since you hadn't tried.

This guy really was kind of weird. No wonder he's sitting alone.

((Ooc: asdfg finally had an opportunity to sit down and write some kind of crappy intro journal, yaaay me ; A ; too bad that it happens to be the exact same time I decided to get sick. Ffffff thanks Santa.))

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Name: Felix Baudouin

Age: 18

Birth Date: February 7th

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 132 lbs

Arcana: The Hierophant

Likes: Cats, reading, studying, relaxing, word puzzles, good food, boxing, anyone who can/could protect him.

Dislikes: Disorderly things, loud obnoxious people, pressure, being in the rain without an umbrella, bad cooking, being alone, being touched.

About: A quiet, reserved french boy who moved to Japan because of his family's work. He's always pinched in-between doing what his parents tell him to do and being "perfect", so he never has the opportunity to do what he'd like to do, and is always feeling pressured to be perfect.

He doesn't really have any friends, and doesn't necessarily try to make any _{(mostly out of fear he'll be beaten up, but it's not like he's against the idea of making friends)} so he tries to keep to himself. No one really knows what he's thinking since he's never allowed anyone to get too close, so all they know is he seems like a pretty nice guy who's willing to help.

Persona: Cait Sith

Weapon: Fists

Devious Info

Current Residence: Inaba, though I'm not fond of it.
Interests: Reading, relaxing, cleaning, and cats.
Favourite movie: It was a french film, you wouldn't know it.
Favourite genre of music: Classical music... but if you promise not to tell, I also like metal.
Favourite artist: Claude Monet, his paintings remind me of dreams.
Favourite poet or writer: I don't read many things outside of textbooks.
Favourite photographer: I don't really have one, my apologies.
Favourite style of art: Well... any style?
Operating System: My parents just gave me a new laptop for my marks this quarter.
Favourite game: I'm not allowed to waste my time on video games.
Favourite cartoon character: ............. Felix the Cat....
Personal Quote: I NEED to succeed, but I WANT to be free to choose for myself.
Tools of the Trade: My fists and my small stature.