SHE'S AN ACTRESS, OH-OH! ( open, joining )

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    Dan had asked so many people how to get to riverclan. God, so many he'd lost count. And none of them understood him. Not very well, at least. Danny didn't know very much English. He was a native Russian speaker, and as young as he was, he hadn't really gotten taught how to speak anything else but Russian, which was posing to be a problem.


    However, finally he had been able to get out 'riverclan' and someone managed to point him in the general direction. So now, he was here. Surprisingly. The Russian husky pup came sauntering over, tail wagging and waving high as the silver and white harness wearing pup came to a skidding stop, realizing he had crossed over the pint where he was supposed to wait. With a slightly worried look, he backed himself up, retracing his pawsteps before he got where he was supposed to be. The canine smiled, and sat where he was, bright eyes searching for anyone nearbye. Granite, he probabaly wouldn't be able to talk to them very well, he wanted to see somebody. No one in particular...just somebody.



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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]"name and business?" the kit would ask curiously as she padded over, a small happy bounce in her step. was this a joiner? hopefully, she loved it when joiners came by, and perhaps she could even hook the other up as a new friend. she would like that too, especially as she was someone who loved friends and bonding with others in general.





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    Watching as the feline came over, the canine tilted his head to the side as she had spoken. Name and business?
    That was like Меня зовут (my name) and бизнес (business), right? Oh geez. Suddenly in a fluster of trying to figure out what he was the other was saying, his cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment and he looked to the ground in shame, shuffling his paws nervously.


    'cmon dude, English!' his brother had said. His brother was taught English because he was older...but Danny didn't know very much. And it was stupid of him to leave them...but there was no going back now.


    "мой (my) нет (no), I mean......Moy name.....I-Is Dawny, no, Danny?" the heavily accented canine would say, obviously flustered. However he was now more frustrated than anything. Why couldn't he just speak English? That would have been much, much easier. The struggle was not understanding it, but speaking it.....and getting all the accents right. The accents were the hardest part if no one could tell. His 'my' sounded like 'moy' and his 'is' sounded like 'ees' and his name? He screwed up on the American accent on that as well and made it sound like 'dawny'.


    Quivering his bottom lip slightly, the canine was no regretting what he was doing. He was scared no one would understand him. That was the worst feeling ever. You tried to communicate and have fun but...you couldn't? It was hard.


    The canine still not confident in his English, shifted his paws in shame, keeping his eyes locked into the ground and letting his tail fall still. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...maybe he should leave and go back ho- no. No going home. It wasn't safe for him there.


    He shook his small head, the pup taking a small gulp in as emotion started to overwhelm him. He was scared, sad, nervous, embarrassed. Now what was he supposed to do. "I....I Прости (sorry) I do not.....K-now what a 'Bizznis' is." he would attempt to apologize, once again butchering the pronunciations.


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]"oh.. you don't speak good english, do you? umm.. business, as in why you're here" the fem would respond awkwardly, beginning to realize that she might not be the right person for this. but at the same time, she didn't quite know who would be the right person for this either. "i'm unknownkit by the way, nice to meet you danny" the trainee would add, sending a friendly smile of encouragement.





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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Another one that didn't speak proper English? Well, that made things difficult. No need to stress though, Ivylee was still as cheery as ever, hopping over next to Unknownkit to greet the newcomer with the widest smile. He seemed unsure of himself, and she would do all that she could to make him feel comfortable. "My name is Ivylee!" She squeaked, bouncing on her paws as she waited for the other pup to explain why he was here.
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