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Post by Marcello Savoy on Jan 7, 2013 14:26:41 GMT -6
Cello drove through the countryside quite familiarly now as he’d just been flying over the terrain a few hours before. His father had of course ordered a private plane for both him and his horse; which he was actually quite thankful for. He was rather happy to be in America now, despite his love for his dear country. It was far too shameful to face the people there after he’d blown it and thrown a punch. Cello frowned slightly at the memory but continued thrumming his fingers against the steering wheel as the music pumped through his stereo. He listened to English music despite his lack of knowledge in the language.
He also had Spanish music, but Cello had figured if he wanted to throw any kind of party here, he’d better learn the ways of the country. It was one he’d learnt quite a bit about and while he had been to the states before, he’d never been into the rural parts or out of New York for that matter. A grin pulled up at the boy’s lips as he steered the truck towing trailer intro the main parking lot of Blue Ridge Academy. It was pretty rich looking, though Cello had lived among people like this his whole life. Hopefully, they wouldn’t all be too stuck up.
Cello pulled in as carefully as possible next to another car before hopping bad boy style out. A little smirk pulled at one side of his lips as he walked to the back to give Max a comforting pat. The drive had not been that long, though the plane ride had been and while the horse had been through both types of travel before, Cello figured he didn’t particularly appreciate it. “Buen chico… Only a few more moments, I promise.” He promised the animal before spinning his keys around in his fingers and walking in his large strides to the building labeled main office.
At least with his English skills, he figured it was. Cello walked casually, delivering a lazy smile to the woman behind the counter as he came up to the counter top. Resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, he nodded to her. “Hola. I am Marcello Savoy.” The lady made a little ‘o’ with her mouth before typing a few things in her computer and handing the boy a few things. “Welcome to BRRA Marcello, your dorm will be in the Red Ribbon House and your key is right here. The room number is on the key.” The lady handed him a folded up sheet of some kind “Also, here is a map. It’ll help you find your way around for the first few weeks.” Cello chuckled “Gracias.” He knew what a map was. As the lady went back to her computer, he figured that was his cue to get on going. Cello walked out the same way he walked in and went straight to the truck. First thing on the agenda was to take care of Max.
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