[M.E.] uniting two nations.

[Bastille]

History class…with the Frenchie….European studies. This was going to be a good class session…they where studying the battle of Waterloo and Napoleons ride into Russia. Bastille would have a day of come backs and quick witted remarks to retort in his direction. She sat in her seat quite excitedly await the day. Who wouldn’t when every day you played on a semi even playing field and then suddenly you get the upper hand by far….well it was still a semi playing field since she always had the upper hand being British. She watched as the students filtered in giggling and gossiping a little more then usual. She also watched as the Frenchie came and took his seat across the room from her. Damn…there would be no spit wads today…he sat on the other side of Mary Fields…her head was right in the way. Bastille contemplated about moving closer but was halted by the bell ringing.

She was wearing her bomber jacket, black halter top, her fencing pants and her thigh high boots with the special metal heel guards. She also wore a pair of purple chaps and black darted gloves fingerless gloves…so her outfit was weird as normal. Her hands reached to pull out her book and note book as the door opened for who she suspected was the teacher. But instead was their class president…yay announcement day. She sighed and looked around.


“Alright…we need class points because lets face it, our class sucks at history and this might be our last chance to gain some free bee class points and win the pizza party at the end of the year….”

Cause all Bastille wanted was a pizza party…she hated pizza. She had no interest already and let out a loud yawn.

“I think” she paused… “im sure all of you have heard about our mock weddings around campus, so…lets vote on a couple to get hitched in a full on fake wedding and if we hold the best wedding we will win points and well…you get the picture”

Did she just smirk smugly at Bastille?! Bastille shivered suddenly hyper aware the entire class was staring at her. She looked around and glared her face becoming hot and red.

“what are you looking at?!” she exclaimed.

“I nominate Cunningham and Gabriel” a random girl in the back called.

“OH HO HO NO WAY!!! I AM NOT PARTICIPATING IN THIS,…IM NOT MARRYING THE FRENCHIE!” Bastille snapped standing up and glaring at the girl behind her. Four other people stood with her, their stubborn hats on and not coming off. Bastille was drawn back by the evil feel she was getting.

“COME ON, you two argue like an old married couple anyway, you two have the highest grades and you are the only two who keep our class on high alert with your violent out bursts….so its your job to make up for it and MARRY HIM WEATHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”
“you have no choice” another called.

“welcome to democracy” a boy snickered out. Bastille wanted to spit in his face.

“BASTILLE JUST DO IT….WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO LOOSE?!”

“My sanity and integrity” she growled back.

“you don’t have either of those, you’ve made that clear” some girl retorted.

Bastille scoffed, taken aback by their blunt and rather stubborn attitudes. The president turned to Gabriel.

“WELL GABRIEL? Any objections from your side?”

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel Seran entered his European Studies class today with a slightly dazed expresseion, he was a bit focused on multiple things at the time but the fact that there were so many left him indecisive as to whoch he should follow. In all things he was left a bit distracted, too much so to bother much with the topic at hand. The Battle of Waterloo, Napoleon, and Russian invasion which never actually happened due to Napoleon's key mistake never demeen the Russian winter. All too often it came to save them in which case led to his down fall at Waterloo. Ambition was a powerful tool but it also was one's most powerful demise.

Gabriel turned his eyes up noting Bastille's expression looking as though she herself was ready for war. It was irritating and pointless this neverending battle the two pursued on though each of their proud nature would not allow for either of them to give up first. Things would need an outside force or a united front effort to even come close to ceasing this rivalry. Racsist Bitch.

His attire was as usual a bit more leaning towards semi formal. A pair of pinstripped slacks and an ornate button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves due to the current whether. He sat at his table with an almost bored expression his arms bent at the elbows curled up, palms meeting his cheeks showing his distaste for this class to continue on as such he needed something new to happen an exciting event that'd get his blood pumping.

Focused expressions caught the class president as she rabbled off her que. Gabriel mentally chuckled a bit, moron's in this class only work for pizza and class points? such drivel it had uterly n purpose in the long run but they're all satisfied with the short run that little bit of stuff they can hold and feel comforted till it's gone. Then the conversation switched to mock marriages... Gabriel's expression turned contemplative he was enthralled by this new idea it'd been the firt time he'd heard of it and focused more expecting a back story but rather he got votes. Votes for Marrying Bastille?

He hardle reacted as Bastille made her violent outburst from across the room, he wouldn't have been surprized if the girl shed a little blood from everyone who stood in her way it was almost amusing to watch her outbursts. He chuckled a bit leaning back in his chair to enjoy the show now.

“WELL GABRIEL? Any objections from your side?” The president said turning on him now that they have at least on a visual standpoint subdued Bastille.

He knew clear well that this was only the beginning marrying a person like her would be hell on his well being and he didn't much care for this student's feelings or grades for that much. But he couldn't help the feeling that he'd like to get nder Bastille's skin just a little bit, she'd earned that much from saving him. He chuckled lightly giving an all too sure expression as he stood.

"Well no but of course I'd love to have such a nuisence at my side." Gabriel replied giving a charming smile as he approached her slowly from across the hall. Now for anyone else this would be embarrassing everyone in the class had seemingly drawn their stares on them. The two pig-headed students.

"So Bastille..." He said dropping to one knee now, "Would you marry me?" Again flashing the calm smile.

[Bastille]

Crimson eyes narrowed as he walked towards her. Her iron grip on the desk was cracking the wood as she let out a slow hiss. She gripped harder, her fingers leaving indents in the frame.

“You wouldn’t dare” she seethed in an icy wind her eyes shooting daggers.

This was NOT happening. She had a boyfriend… A BOYFRIEND!...did that not mean anything to anyone in this class. No marriage was a huge deal, she had sworn she never would, and that meant mock marriages too. She was about to slap him but that would be down right pitiful and her mind was working up a way get out of this with cleverness and with her ego in tact.


She stood to face him as he faced her and then he got down on one knee and she watched him. What. the. Hell. Her eyes narrowed again and her lips curved into an unamused frown. She really wanted to slap him. Her face was beat red and she quickly turned away and crossed her arms and sat back down in her chair.

“get up and stop being an idiot….” She retorted shortly closing her eyes and mentally checking out, or at least trying too.

“so you’ll do it?!” The president said quickly with a bit of amusement.

“no” her word seemed to strike them as a shocking blow. Good she would not partake in such an insignificant even such as this.

“but you didn’t say no” one girl pointed out.

“I never said yes either, and on the contrary I did say no…about a second ago” She retorted back calmly. The students began to whisper something and then Bastille felt like she had won. She sat there not opening her eyes to see if Gabriel had gone to sit back down. But her eyes flashed open as if a powerful opponent had just entered the room…except the evil presence didn’t radiate off of anyone new entering…but off the student class as a whole. She wouldn’t dare draw her blade on innocents as they slowly closed in. But where they really innocent if…if they where attacking her like this, with those creepy faces and their hands stretched out to grab her.

She began to slink back in her chair and suddenly the entire girl portion of their class pounced her knocking her desk over and beginning to thrash at her Bastille began to yelp and scream, throwing random punches but before she knew it she was being dragged from the room. She looked through the crowd to watch as the male portion of the class pounced Gabriel. Bastille was going to murder him….she had saved his life once…this was an ample time to return the favor…She wanted to cry as the girls continued to grab at her. She suddenly knew…she had no choice.

Lesson of the day; don’t underestimate last chance students who need a serious grade boost.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel didn't plan on moving the fact that she'd called him an idiot held no semblance to him in fact if anything it was more of a greeting as of late. Gabriel remained in the place that he was working with the makeshift position not feeling all too ashamed in fact he'd noticed a few of the girls sigh at the simple romanticism of it though that wouldn't work completly he knew well enough that Bastille was a hard enough egg to crack. It was however her own undoing when she encored the wrath of several students eager to keep their ever dropping test scores. Gabriel scoffed at it feeling superior felt good for a short time but rarely stuck with you so he'd enjoy it for now. That wouldn't last because a group of rowdy boys jumped him from behind pulling him up from the rear by his arms.

"You too loverboy no chance at getting off that easily!" They chuckled as they hoisted the tall male to his fee.

"On the contrary... I had no plans of getting cold feet." He flashed a darling smile noting several boy's looks of dissapointment at the fact that they themselves wouldn't be granted the same honor.

He marched down the hallway after the group of girls still barely managing to contain Bastille's "excitable" character. Though he was impressed on how driven they were. The boy's however gave up and simply followed at Gabriel's heels picking up the simple pace.

"So why is she so.... you know?" one of the younger students managed to say from the safty of the back.

"Well... honestly I don't think she even realizes it." Gabriel chuckled, "Well thats more or less women for you."

Gabriel continued his cheery march with the bantering guys chuckling at his side. It would have been a rather merry moment had it been on better terms. Or if Bastille simply said yes for once...

They came upon a makeshift chapel in the back. It was rather cute, small white and laddeled with assortments of flowers dangling about the roof of it. It had a good feel to it something he liked about it.

"So uh Gabe we gotta get you dressed for the occasion." One of the followers said shortly before dragging him off by a sleeve.

"Until we meet again, my bride." Gabriel winked as he was slowly toured away.

[Bastille]

Bastille had been violated. When she finally felt the hands leave her body she knew she had been through water, some sort of Chinese hair torture, vast amounts of body harassment, and even possibly rape. She finally felt cloths on again when the girls began working her into a dress. All of them seemed giggly, finding this almost an actual wedding and enjoying talk about their own dreams and blah blah…Bastille wanted to puke.

“do you want to put on your own eye liner or do you want me to do it?” one of the quieter girls asked. Bastille blinked and looked at her with a glare. So…now they would ask for her opinion, for what she wanted…now they would listen.

“no, FOR THE LAST TIME NO!...DOESNT ANYONE OF YOU NITWIT AIR HEADED GIRLS LISTEN TO ME?!” she shouted. No one paid attention to the tormented bride to be. Bastille sat back down in a sea of poof from the dress and held out her hand for the girl to put the eyeliner in. She then went to apply it. She rarely went all out to look nice, but if they weren’t going to listen to her, she might as well take this chance to try and aww the groom so much he wouldn’t be able to utter vows.

Then again….awwwing the Frenchie seemed to disgust her from deep within…rivals where rivals…not…nooo. She grumbled and went back to allowing the other girls their work. She found that they where dressing her for the part. She looked like a doll, which was rather creepy if one thought about it. Her skin was powdered and her lips made red. Her hair was put up into a wavy sea of curls and flowers while on top her head sat a plastic crown that looked so real it could fake out a museum. Maybe it was real…HOLY COW WHERE DID THEY GET THE MONEY FOR THAT?!

Bastille looked at her dress. It was white, of course…made to look like a regency era dress but below the waist ribbon it poofed out in a sea of mesh, sparkly fabric, and satin. The waist sash tied into a rather large bow at her hip and her neck was being adorned with a single choker while her feet where suddenly grabbed and on both feet where placed white slip on flats. The girls left the room after the school president made a call for people to help with setting up the chapel more…apparently the whole fake chapel thing was just not good enough. Bastille took the opportunity to dash out of the tent before the girls realized that they had left the bride alone.

She found herself being stopped by a rather charming looking man…she realized it was one of her professors and the “charming” thought immediately turned into disgust. He bowed and kissed her hand.

“Juliette you look lovely…are you playing wedding again? you must be excited to marry Paris…”

“i…what?....oh….um” Bastille gave him a werid glance before it hit her. “they are not trying to make this ROMEO AND JULIET…there is a huge issue...i don’t love him enough to drink even a drop of poison…no no no”

She looked down at a small crest in the sash, it was indeed the crest of Capulet. She groaned loudly and then pushed pass the man who was disgruntled by her out of character response. She trudged through campus not sure where to go….and she wasn’t sure if Gabriel was Paris or Romeo….Bastille was just confused. She went towards a wall and silently banged her head against it.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel traced his steps slowly to an ever growing beat in his head. An almost relaxing calm overtook his thoughts as he came upon the makeshift medieval tent before him, it didn't catch his attention upon first glance but soon enough whilst he was inside he began to think on it. Must be the budget crisis they were dealing with. He shook his head realistically aborting the thought's progress in his head. He found his way to an elaborate suit dark and relaxing color's which were more regal than any he'd seen since he was back home. Pure Silver cuff links and almost perfect designs running over the features almost as if the clothes themselves told a story. His breath was evenly paced lacing the thing together as he was left in peace to change, he wasn't fighting it after all, there was still something within him that truly cared for Bastille. She'd saved his life and brought him to realization and yet she still fought him at every turn, he couldn't figure that much out but he'd work every day to find out how she ticked. Probably not for an eternity but resting wasn't an option for him when he faced a problem.

He wore a calm smirk thinking on it as he buttoned up the suit giving him a bit of room to breath but would find it a bit restricting as the tie made it's way on. Standing before the mirror he observed the image in the reflection. The insignia of the Montague's was placed on the chest. Gabriel stood for a second not looking at his image but at the crest itself. Was this a ploy set upon them for some reason to act out a scene. Blinking once or twice to dissolve the situation he found himself surrounded by his followers now fully dressed themselves forcing him out of the room. Still he stood there a bit awestruck.

In moments he was in front of the chapel waiting beside an oddly adorned monk much like the old Shakespearian tale of Romeo and Juliet. That increased the edge in his heart. What was the impression being sent here? What did the class plan on them? Soon the wedding march played distantly as Gabriel found himself in a daze. He was getting married? It'd hit him finally, no matter that it was fake or not it felt like something so very unreal. He waited there feeling a sense of pride holding himself upright with gentlemanly poise.

A few bridesmaids ran their way up the aisle startled and shacking. They couldn't find Bastille. Gabriel smirked a bit, good ol' Bastille always finding a way to evade her pursuers. He chuckled a bit lightly before telling the pastor to hold the ceremony for a few moments. In that time Gabriel lunged off faster than the men or woman could catch. Evading his own pursuers was just as easy.

Gabriel soon overheard a loud thudding from a thick headed person. It wasn't hard to put two and two together but as he turned the corner he kept a neutral stance taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes gently. Once opened he got a first glimpse and gasped, she was beautiful, though the make-up did hide away from her natural glow but still she was with out a doubt a princess.

"You know it's bad luck for a groom to see his bride before the wedding." He joked in quick humor trying to make for small talk and hopefully lighten the burden going about.

"Mind if I join you a bit there?" He flashed a calm smile hoping to dissuade her a bit.