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Post by shiloh on Mar 25, 2012 20:13:55 GMT -5
Their date on the lake had gone really well, but Harley knew it was time for Samson to finally meet Charolette and Kansas for real. She was nervous for them to meet, and had been putting this off as much as possible. Charolette could be very… Hard to handle at times. It just depended on her mood, and whether or not she was feeling being a crazy old woman. If that was the case, well then Samson could be sure to have questions like he was being interrogated. Charolette was just like that, but Harley was sure that Samson could handle it. He did live with Beatrice after all, and Charolette was really just an older version of her. Harley envisioned that Beatrice would be like her grandmother when she aged. Harley had hold of Samson’s hand, and had the cooler in the other, rolling it behind them. It wouldn’t take too long to get to Charolette’s from the Lake. Harley could’ve driven to the Academy, and parked her car, but she preferred to walk, and get her exercise in. Plus, it was peaceful to walk with Samson next to her. Reminded her of when they first started to date, and took walks in the park. Harley couldn’t believe everything they had gone through just to get to this moment in their relationship.
Harley looked over to Samson with a smile on her face, but said nothing. She was very comfortable with the silence between them. Harley had never really been comfortable with silence when she dated other guys, but she was pretty sure that was because she knew they could talk, and well, Samson couldn’t. She didn’t mind though, it was apart of who he was, and she loved him for everything he had. Crazy mother and all. Harley hoped he would be the same way when he met her family. Harley was still unsure of when she would tell him about her parents, and how the perished. Harley couldn’t even tell Kansas without fear of her sister hating her forever. Especially now with everything going on with Charolette. She would eventually tell her, but not right now. Kansas deserved to be with Charolette without having to hate her sister for taking away her parents too. Plus, it would just create a stressful environment, and Charolette needed to be in a peaceful one. Harley refused to be the reason her grandmother went into an earlier grave then what was intended for her.
After about ten minutes of silence, Harley glanced over to Samson again. “We’re almost there. She was resting in bed when I left, but who knows what kind of trouble she has managed to get herself into while I’ve been gone.
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Post by samson on Mar 26, 2012 15:56:54 GMT -5
It was rare for him, but Samson was full of nerves, like he swallowed one of those wind-up chattering teeth. On the outside, he looked cool and confident. It was an exercise in the composure he'd held over the years, so expert and precise. Harley's hand grounded him so he didn't let his head get away with ridiculous notions, thinking of how he could screw this up simply by being Samson Fisher. Confident and poised, he kept reminding himself--if one stacked books on top of his head, he'd balance them perfectly. If they didn't fall off because of his unruly curls, that is. He smiled back down at her when, the expression minimal like all of those in his arsenal. The sincerity was there, though. Just like he didn't keep quiet to make things awkward. It was a necessity. He'd spent his life in silence.
She spoke, disturbing the cloak of silence with her voice, and it was a soothing balm to his nerves. He nodded, wanted to ask her if someone in her health should have been doing anything without someone watching her. But he kept his hand in hers and wondered if Charlotte had a nurse to keep an eye on her at home. When Harley pulled him into the house, he decided that no, she didn't have a nurse, because no nurse would let the woman be hanging drapes. He took a second to look around before calling his attention back when Harley verbally berated the old woman. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he smirked. He took a moment to appreciate the incense before lifting his hand in greeting when she questioned the presence of the 'young lad'.
Greetings like this always worried him. Would they judge him for simply smiling and nodding, not speaking? He usually didn't care, but this was his girlfriend's family. Sam needed to impress. He scratched the back of his head, trying to veil a grin when Harley insulted the drapes. They were pretty tacky, but he was a guest, and therefore he wouldn't be saying anything like that. Samson dropped his hand to his side as Charlotte came over to...observe him? The Thunder elemental blinked. he waved again, trying to be funny. That was when Kansas announced her approval of him, and he shrugged as if he couldn't help his cuteness. At least he'd gotten one woman...or girl's approval. But he also wondered if any of them realized yet. Would Harley say something about his condition? It felt kind of weird, being in this position, like he was awkwardly trying to figure out whether or not he should take out his phone and explain it himself. He looked to Harley for guidance. Maybe they already know...?
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Post by shiloh on Apr 6, 2012 21:49:06 GMT -5
Harley was rarely nervous about things, and this wasn’t one thing for her to be nervous about. She might have been just a little, but she knew that Charolette would love Samson, just like she did. It wouldn’t matter much anyways with the old woman about to pass, but in a way it did matter. To have that final approval from her, and knowing that she was doing something right would mean the world to Harley. She snuck a side ways glance to her boyfriend, and wasn’t sure if he was nervous or not. He looked like he always did: calm and confident. When it was Harley meeting Beatrice she was sure that she had been a nervous wreck on the inside, but had refused to show it. Now, she and Beatrice plotted to make Samson do things. They had a really great relationship considering all the drama that had gone down. Secretly, Harley believed that Beatrice had been pinning for her the whole time, but that was just Harley’s opinion. Harley watched her grandmother with curious eyes, wishing at that moment that she could read minds. Charolette was always a difficult woman to read when it came to determining what she liked.
The old woman cleared her throat before speaking, “He seems decent enough, I guess. He doesn’t talk, so I guess that’s a good thing. You never have to hear him nag.
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Post by samson on Apr 7, 2012 22:13:15 GMT -5
Samson couldn’t help the breath that left his mouth when Charlotte spoke of him being decent, forming a light snicker as he cupped his mouth and turned his head to the side. Oh god, he was dying, but he was trying to hide it as best as possible. He heard the door close when Kansas fled, and let himself look back at the woman, regaining his composure. When Harley spoke, reprimanding the old lady, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his lips against her red hair, like kissing the surface of the sun. It’s okay, baby, the gesture said. It was easier than words, and he liked to believe that he and his girlfriend had a connection strong enough to tell anything through body language. He lifted his eyebrows and nodded a Charlotte, keeping an arm around Harley. Maybe it’d be best to keep physical contact to a minimum. He knew that fathers liked to take out the Smith and Wessen for boyfriends, but he didn’t know how it worked with grandmothers. So a tidal wave of relief flooded him when the woman said that he approved. Thank the good lord and whatever pagan gods are out there. That was really what he wanted for this meeting, what he sincerely hoped for.
He took it as his cue to follow when Charlotte when to the kitchen table, but waited when Harley didn’t move, enjoying her lips against his skin. His lips broke into one of those genuine smiles reserve for Harley, and he squeezed her hand before he was guided into the kitchen. He sat down next to Harley, listening as Charlotte spoke, thinking of how Beatrice would simply adore this place. She imagined her shrill voice in his head even now. Oh, how lovely, this woman is enchanting, Sammy, please don’t embarrass us. Us, like he was representing her as well. He decided now would be a good time to actually start communicating. He took out the touch screen phone, opened up the notepad on it, and wrote out, ”It happened when I was nine, because of a house fire. So I’m definitely used to it. This is how I communicate mostly. Unless someone knows ASL.” He slid it acros the table. If someone was curious, usually he wouldn’t have cared about giving an explanation. Charlotte was different.
It was rather morbid for the woman to be talking about her death so easily, but she was old and he guessed that maybe she had come to terms with the fact that she was going to leave very soon. It sure felt that way. He was a spiritual person, but he didn’t have any belief system. He liked to consider himself a Pagician. Or something similar. Was there an afterlife? Yeah. Was he worshipping a god to get there? Eh, he was worshipping quite a few gods. It couldn’t even really be considered worshipping. A lot of times he did it to please Beatrice. He smiled calmly as his fingers typed out, ”I’ll make sure to do that. Harley’s in great care. Though, she’s pretty good at taking care of herself.” That was true. And plus, there was no ‘as long as you two together’ for him. They would be together. And maybe it was sadism that made him type out the next words, but he couldn’t resist as he slid the phone across the table. ”Have any baby pictures of her?” His face was now placid, flat, and unassuming. Nothing to see here, move along.
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Post by shiloh on Apr 14, 2012 21:32:31 GMT -5
The red head couldn’t help, but lean into her boyfriend. He knew how to calm her down when she was feeling nervous, and she was quite nervous for him and Charolette to meet. It felt like everything was all too official now, and she kind of liked that. It was a good feeling for her to be stable. It was exactly what she needed after everything that’s happened to her with Jolene, and the wars going on. It was like her whole world had shattered within moments, and Samson just seemed to be that guy to help her slowly piece it back together. Her thoughts, when thinking about their bumpy road to love, went to the park, and the first time she had gotten the balls to kiss him. Harley found herself wrapping both her arms around Samson’s waist, and breathing in his scent. She knew that he was trying to comfort her, and ease her. It was working. Harley saw Charolette shoot her brows up at the scene of the two of them, but said nothing. Charolette knew how Harley felt, and as the old woman had told her many times, Harley reminded the old woman of her mother. The story of her mother and father had been similar to Samson and her own, and she loved hearing her grandmother tell her.
Harley’s breath caught when Samson gave her a breath taking smile that few got to actually see. Her green eyes roamed over him for a moment before pulling herself back together, and they walked into the kitchen. Charolette had a grin on her face that Harley wished would vanish. She knew her granddaughter too well, and she was sure to embarrass her with something. Charolette raised her brows before placing her glasses on her face to read Samson’s phone. It was an interesting thing to watch her grandmother read a phone. The woman hated them with a passion, but seem to have some patience with Samson’s. Harley had always laughed when Charolette got a text message, and she couldn’t understand how to open it and read it. Charolette’s eyes flickered to Harley for a moment, and cleared her throat. “That is very tragic. I lost my own daughter and son-in-law to a house fire. I’m blessed that Harley and Kansas made it out alive,
[/color]” Harley could hear the sorrow in Charolette’s voice at the loss of her only daughter. Harley’s green eyes cast down with guilt at the memory. It had been her fault that her parents had been lost in that fire. Damn soccer. Charolette chuckled, and looked at Harley. “ I like this boy. He’s a keeper, my little Fire.[/color]” Harley raised a brow at her very old nickname. Charolette hadn’t called her that in years, but said nothing about it. Death was making the old woman crazy as hell, but Harley couldn’t blame her in anyway. Harley would allow the woman free passes. It disturbed Harley how freely her grandmother talked about her death. Harley hated that Kansas could probably hear their grandmother talking about it like it was nothing. Harley cut Charolette a look when she heard faint sniffling of her sister. Sometimes Harley couldn’t believe Charolette, and her lack of a filter. “ Thank you Samson. If you should ever, you know, tie the knot with her, you have my blessing. You also have the blessing of her parents, who I know would just adore you.[/color]” Harley smiled sadly at the thought of her parents approving of Samson. The red head had zoned out for a moment, but was brought back into the fold when Charolette scrapped out of her chair. “ Oh, you bet your socks, I have some.[/color]” Oh no. No, no. Harley gave Samson a sharp glance as Charolette’s small frame shuffled back over with a baby book with her name decorated over the cover. Harley watched in horror as Charolette’s hand glided over the cover that her mother had made. Jeremiah, her father, had made sure that her mother put stickers of Harley Davidson’s all over the cover. He was a smart ass like that, which was were Harley got it from. “ When she was younger, Harley looked just like her mother. Sprouts of red hair, and green eyes that sparkled with the joy of life. As she got older, she took on the attitude of her father, which was a hard headed, smart ass,[/color]” Charolette shared with Samson as she opened up the baby book. The first photo was of Amelia holding Harley. The young mother was smiling at Harley with the biggest grin. The caption under the photo was, “Meeting Harley for the first time.” [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] TAGGING SAMSON. WEARING CLOTHES. WORDS 585. LYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES BAM! CHAROLETTE IS CRAZY. CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.
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Post by samson on Apr 15, 2012 12:17:23 GMT -5
Samson didn't know that Harley's parents had died in a fire. Especially didn't know that she was the one to cause the fire. All he knew was that they had died. "I'm sorry," he wrote out for Charlotte, noticing her tone. He didn't know what it was like to lose a child, but losing his parents had been bad enough. He'd possibly grown even more withdrawn after that. It made him question how he would have turned out if Beatrice hadn't come along, flitted into his room with lollipops and her jovial personality, taken him back to BC, picked up where his parents had left off. It had been a lot different from how his parents raised him, but he was certain they would have wanted her to come along. That's what she'd even told him. Samson took the redhead's hand in his, wondering if she needed the comfort right now.
Tie the knot? It was almost surreal to hear those words. He was still in high school, after all. He wondered where Harley was at, with her being in college now. The Thunder was certain he'd be going off to college. Especially since he wanted to further his knowledge of his element. But it was a kind sentiment, hearing that Harley's parents would approve of him. He was certain that his own would approve of the Fire girl, as well, would absolutely love her. It was achingly sad, though, like they were two orphans left out in the world on their own. Harley losing her grandmother just emphasized this. She's still here. "Thank you." He texted it out with just one finger. He was worried about Harley for a moment until Charlotte came in with the requested pictures and he smiled pleasantly at her.
He peaked into the book when the old woman opened it, started talking about Harley's resemblance to her mother and her father's attitude. He studied the photo, used his phone to write out, "You do look a lot like her, Harls. Though baby you needed a toupee." He grinned mischievously, not being able to help a little bit of teasing. "Did you always live in the Hollow?" Sam was curious about this family, couldn't help it. Harley was his girlfriend, and yet there was still so much he didn't know about her or her life. They'd been friends for a long time, but that didn't mean spilling every single secret out. And hell, he didn't talk much, so that meant knowing as little about him as possible. It was never intentional, at least not on his part. He never minded talking about his parents, or his old life in Newfoundland.
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Post by shiloh on Apr 18, 2012 20:46:17 GMT -5
Tears had filled the old woman’s eyes as she talked about her late child, and her husband. Harley knew it had been the most heartbreaking phone call she had to make at that age. On top of that, she had to tell Charolette is was her fault that the fire had even started in the first place. The two of them had said things to each other that Harley regretted to this day. They both had been so upset, and Harley knew that her grandmother blamed her for the loss of Jeremiah and Amelia. There had been weeks, and weeks of not even speaking to each other. Harley could remember Kansas always crying for their mother, and Charolette shushing her, and telling her that mom and dad were in a better place. Harley on the other had been the complete opposite of her little sister. She had cried for a few weeks, but eventually she had became dead on the inside, not wanting to believe that her parents were gone, and that it had been her fault. It was a few months later that Harley had been sent to the Academy. Charolette gave Samson a small smile, and said, “I am too.
[/color]” Harley cleared her throat, and tried not to let tears escape. “ I’m sorry too, Grandma.[/color]” Charolette quickly shushed the red head, and said, “ You know I don’t blame you, Little Fire. I was upset during that time.[/color]” Harley’s green eyes almost bugged out of her head at the word marriage. Yes, she and Samson were getting serious, but she was pretty sure that marriage was far from their future at the moment. Harley was grateful that Charolette approved of Samson, and that she believed that her mom and dad would too, but marriage was a bit too soon. Samson was still in high school, and Harley was fresh into college, and was behind. She didn’t have time to think about tying the knot with her boyfriend. Especially with Charolette’s death knocking at the door, and her having to take care of her little sister. Harley grinned when Charolette’s eyes sparkled at Samson’s message. Her grandmother was like a little kid sometimes, and cracked Harley up. The red head could not believe that Samson asked about her baby pictures. She wanted him to know her in every possible way, but it was always embarrassing to break out the baby pictures. Harley realized that though the two had been dating for a while, they really didn’t know much about each other. Harley wanted to change that, and she wanted him to know everything about her, so she gritted her teeth at the baby pictures. Harley snorted at his comment, and said, “ You’re just mad cause that’s the closest to naked you’ve seen me, baby.[/color]” Harley gave him a sweet smile, and kissed his cheek lightly. Harley knew that Charolette didn’t care, but she didn’t want to take the chance of her getting upset or something because of their PDA. Harley looked down at the picture of her, and her mother, then said, “ No, I haven’t. Kansas and I moved here after my parents died. Charolette has lived here since my mom was born.[/color]” [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] TAGGING SAMSON. WEARING CLOTHES. WORDS 585. LYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES BAM! CHAROLETTE IS CRAZY. CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.
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Post by samson on Apr 19, 2012 18:36:24 GMT -5
Samson felt as if he were intruding upon a very personal moment. He was not an emotional person. He hadn’t cried over his own parents. Sometimse, when he was younger, he’d catch Beatrice looking at him with watery eyes, heartbreak on her face. It was so unfamiliar now that it felt hard to remember such a look on her face. He held Harley’s hand, stroking his thumb over the skin. He blinked at the exchange of words between the two women. Why would it be Harley’s fault? It seemed rather cruel to him, and he felt a moment of upset and anger for his girlfriend. Then he connected it, though he couldn’t be too sure if he was right. Harley was a Fire. Her parents died in a fire. You’re jumping to conclusions, sensibility told him. He would ask her about that later, but he didn’t want to upset the pair anymore than they were at this point.
He really shouldn’t have been enjoying Harley’s frustration as much as he did, but he found it adorable and therefore he must continue. He figured that he should eventually return the favor, but the fact was that he didn’t have too many baby pictures. Relatives must have had quite a few, the only remnants of him, and Beatrice had pictures from his own parents and her own that she’d taken in his younger years. He was sure they wouldn’t be too entertaining, he didn’t think he was a very interesting child. Then he remembered what Beatrice used to dress him up in. Well damn. When he felt her lips on his cheek, her teasing words, he tugged back at her hair just like a baby might. He might have had something to write to her if Charlotte wasn’t around, but he kept his flirting to a minimum out of respect for the older woman. Hopefully she could still see that Harley was happy, because she was, wasn’t she? God, he hoped he made her happy. That was his goal in life, and he wanted this woman to leave the world with some form of comfort in that.
Since this was news to him, he texted another question to her. ”Where did you live before?” Hell, he realized he didn’t even know if she was Canadian. They met at the Academy, she could have been from the states, could have been from another continent entirely. He wondered if he’d mentioned Newfoundland to her, but couldn’t recall a conversation. And it was rather easy to do, considering how little he talked. He flipped through some more pages of Harley’s memories, wondering at the stories there, hoping to be filled in. Sam took an interest in this sort of thing, he couldn’t help it. Harley could be quite an enigma sometimes, and a person’s past was their story in part.
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Post by shiloh on Apr 21, 2012 21:26:13 GMT -5
Within that moment, Harley momentarily forgot that her boyfriend happen to be sitting next to her. She had never told Samson of the incident for a number of reasons, one of them being he might look at her differently or even leave her for it. Harley had gone through that once with Charolette, and she didn’t ever want to repeat the hate she had felt for herself. Harley hated to think that Charolette stilled viewed with such distaste, but then again she wouldn’t blame her either. It was one of the reasons she wouldn’t tell her sister about what happened. Harley feared that Kansas would hate her, and then what? She’d be alone in the world, and she couldn’t have that. As much as she tried to keep up the image of a tough girl, Harley was afraid of losing those close and important to her. She didn’t want people to think less of her because as a child she had let her temper get the best of her, and that in a moment of weakness, and as Charolette put it, puberty, it had gotten out of control, and got her parents killed. Harley tried not to let her emotions peak out, but she had a feeling that Samson already knew. She hadn’t meant to say that much in front of him, but the look that Charolette had given her made her feel guilty, like they were going back to how it had been.
Harley, despite the baby pictures, was enjoying her time with Samson. She was frustrated that he wanted to see her baby pictures, but let him look. She wanted him to know her, and how her life was before she had moved here. She supposed it was always embarrassing for someone you loved to see baby pictures. Harley scooted closer to Samson to take a look at her baby album. The red head couldn’t wait to see Samson’s pictures from when he was a child. She could just picture him, almost. He probably had some strange pictures with Beatrice, but she would just have to wait and see. Harley spotted a picture she hadn’t seen in a while, and she smiled at it. It was of her and her dad, and she was sitting on top of his shoulders at her first hockey game. “That was my first hockey game. It was the Jersey Devils versus Vancouver. I was three or four when he took me.
[/color]” It had been a few years since her last hockey game, but she still managed to watch some of it on TV when Charolette or Kansas wasn’t watching some drama. Before answering Samson’s question, Charolette scooted her chair back, and yawned slightly. “ Well, I’m heading in for a nap. It was lovely to meet you Samson. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.[/color]” With that, Charolette scuffled down to her room for a nap. Harley watched the old woman for a second, then looked back to Samson to answer his question. “ I lived in Vancouver, Canada before moving here.[/color]” Harley missed it there sometimes, but she liked it in Maple Hollows too. It was nice to see and live where her mother grew up at. Harley glanced at Samson, and asked, “ Where are you from?[/color]” [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] TAGGING SAMSON. WEARING CLOTHES. WORDS 585. LYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES BAM! CHAROLETTE IS CRAZY. CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.
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Post by samson on Apr 23, 2012 15:45:06 GMT -5
Ah, hockey. Canadian pastime, he could certainly understand that. He wasn't too big a fan, but he did watch games when they came on. One wouldn't picture him as a sports fan, but Beatrice definitely did, and she provided the foam fingers. Another smiled pulled at his lips. "Who won?" he questioned through text. "Do you remember?" Yes, these details were important. They helped form a more cohesive picture of her past. It was interesting, and sad all wrapped up in a bittersweet way. He did not focus on the deaths of his own parents. Beatrice always taught him to focus on their lives, what had made them who they were and why they were so important. For someone who lived in the macabre, she always had an optimistic outlook on life. She even told him once that she'd almost become a mortician, and he could believe that. He could believe that woman would have wanted to do anything.
He nodded, a respectful little smile on his face. Well, Harley hadn't lied, she was quite the...interesting woman. He couldn't help but think what a shame it was for the world to lose a personality like her. Sam looked at his girlfriend with wide eyes and a grin, an over exaggerated look of joy at the mention of being welcome to the kitchen. "Big city," he noted, texting out the words. He definitely used his phone a lot more with Harley than he did with other people. He wanted to talk to her more than other people. Not that he half-assed it all the time. "Newfoundland. Wish I had the accent to tell you, but unfortunately..." He shrugged, lifting his eyebrows. "Beatrice is from the Hollow though. Lived here her entire life, I think." It was strange, realizing he didn't know much about her past life when it didn't have to do with his parents. He had just never asked. He didn't think she ever talked about her parents. In actuality, he couldn't write that in confidence. "I don't know," he amended, realizing this, "Hell, she might be from the states." Instead of focusing on the dim past of his mother, he instead texted, "So food?"
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Post by shiloh on Apr 29, 2012 19:15:46 GMT -5
Hockey was the one thing she and her dad had really bonded over. He had been an avid hockey person since before he had even met her mother, and it passed over to her. Her mother had never been into the hockey, Amelia had found it too violent. She had never liked Harley watching it either, but she never had the heart to tell Jeremiah that she didn’t want her child around it. Harley smiled at Samson, and said, “I’m pretty sure it was Vancouver, but I could be wrong. It was a long time ago, and I’ve been to several hockey games since then.
[/color]” Harley was glad that Samson seemed so interested in knowing who she was when she was younger, though she tried to hide that part of her life as much as she could. A lot of shame came with those happy memories. From time to time, Harley’s found herself thinking that maybe if she had been an Earth like the rest of her family, her mother and father would still be here. Harley probably wouldn’t be the same, but it was something she was willing to sacrifice in order to have them with her. Her eyes flitted to Samson for a moment, thinking that she probably wouldn’t have met him if she had been an Earth. Well, the irony sure played out in her thoughts. It’s a good thing she didn’t have to pick because she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have picked her parents. As awful as it sounds, Harley was too selfish to give up Samson. Harley frowned toward Charolette’s direction for a moment, then turned her attention back to Samson. She red over his phone, and raised a brow. The big city? Harley hadn’t really pegged Samson as the big city kind of kid, but she’s been wrong before. “ Oh? That’s definatly the big city. I bet you would of have the sexiest accent out of all of them,[/color]” Harley grinned at him. Harley looked at him, then his phone. Harley wondered if Beatrice had known her mother and father. That’d be interesting. Harley could picture Jeremiah hanging out with Beatrice. Hell, Charolette probably knows Beatrice, and the two of them just don’t know it yet. “ I bet Charolette and Beatrice know each other. Charolette’s lived here since she was young. Hell, Beatrice might even have known my mother.[/color]” That would be something. Harley smirked, and got up from the kitchen table, and walked into the kitchen. She opened up the pots that were sitting on the stove, and crumbled up her nose. That was definatly not food. It must have been some herb formula Charolette was brewing. Harley went over to the fridge, and opened it up to see a lot of vegetables and fruit. “ I’m the only non vegetarian here, so there might be only fruit and veggies to munch on until I go shopping,[/color]” she told him over her shoulder. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] TAGGING SAMSON. WEARING CLOTHES. WORDS 585. LYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES BAM! CHAROLETTE IS CRAZY. CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.
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Post by samson on Apr 29, 2012 20:30:01 GMT -5
Samson shook his head, a small smile on his face. Had he ever been to a hockey game? He went to a baseball game with Beatrice before, she'd gone all out with the jersey, the foam finger, the whole nine yards. He was sure there was a picture of that somewhere. In some dark room that he didn't dare venture in. Sometimes he worried about the things that his mother had around, concerned about what might go on in the dark recesses of the shop. "Of course it was Vancouver, Canada always wins." Yes, he was certainly proud of his country. He grew up here, it was his home. Well, not in the Hollow, but in Canada. The whole country he considered to be his home. He couldn't imagine moving to America, to Jersey where the Devils were from. He was sure it wouldn't be that different, but still, no one wanted to leave the things they loved behind. He loved Canada, he loved everything that he had here. And luckily, there was no reason for him to leave this place. He could stay with Harley as long as he wanted.
At the comment, he waved a hand in front of his face when she said that he would have the sexiest accent. Wouldn't consider it a sexy accent, but it was certainly interesting. Harley brought up a good point then. Wow, that really was strange to consider, but it was definitely more than possible. "I should ask about that, because you're probably right. Wouldn't that be weird?" He looked at the words as he considered them. It was actually rare when he verbally communicated with his mother, it was usually through silent cues. But it would be hard to get such a question across through facial expression. He followed Harley into the kitchen, taking his phone with him. Tying out his words, he put the phone on the counter. "What do you think we can make with veggies?" He wasn't the cook here. If he were, he'd be better suited to live with Beatrice. As it were, he didn't have the best survival skills. God forbid he was stranded on an island. Instead, he went to the cabinets and looked around to see if she could find anything of interest.
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Post by shiloh on May 9, 2012 20:24:48 GMT -5
The redhead gave a slight smile at Samson’s message. Yeah, Vancouver just happened to be awesome like that. Of course they had lost once or twice, but never while Harley had been there. Maybe she was like a good luck charm to the team back in the day. That would’ve been something, but it was probably just because they were that good of a team. “Yes, Canada always wins. Though, I’m highly upset they let the LA Kings take them out of the Stanley Cup in the first round,
[/color]” Harley rolled her eyes at the thought. The last freaking team in the world she had expect to beat Vancouver, and they did. Harley had been ashamed to call them her home team. Harley had stubborn pride, so she didn’t do that. She was too proud of where she came from to say she was ashamed of how they played. Anytime someone would ask her, she would tell them that everyone was entitled to their off seasons. This year was Vancouver’s. Harley had never actually been in the states, and she had a hard time believing that it was better than Canada. Everyone who went there always raved about how amazing it was, but Harley just couldn’t see it. They were always on the news for something, like a war. You almost never heard about that with Canada. She liked her peaceful little home here in Hollow. She had no reason to up and leave. Harley rolled her eyes at his waving of the hand. She was almost positive that his voice would’ve been sexy had he been able to speak. Harley didn’t think much of it, she had gotten use to the fact that Samson couldn’t voice his opinion like everyone else. He was just a troll to people, and Harley found that quite attractive and funny. She found everything about Samson attractive, but that was besides the point, now wasn’t it? Harley nodded her head, and said, “ Yes. I swear, that would be the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.[/color]” Charolette knew everyone in the Hollow. Maybe not on a personal level since a lot of families up root for their children to attend the Academy, but she knew all the families that had been here since she had been. Harley shivered at the thought of Charolette and Beatrice being buddy buddy with each other back in the day. Harley read his phone, and smirked. She make a ton of food with veggies. She did live with vegetarians. “ I could make a veggie tray or vegetable soup.[/color]” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t a whole lot, but she didn’t get fancy with the vegetables. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] TAGGING SAMSON. WEARING CLOTHES. WORDS 585. LYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES BAM! CHAROLETTE IS CRAZY. CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.
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