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Post by arielle on Jun 26, 2011 1:04:16 GMT -5
"Hello? Anyone out here?" Silence was her only answer. "Great," she whispered to herself as she hiked through the forest to locate her special spot. She's been coming up here for years for her art. This whole area spiked up her creativity level sky high. Maybe it's because she's around nature, and being an Earth student it's natural to be in one's own surroundings. She mused the thought over as she flicks her wrist to move dead leaves and tree branches out of her way to get to her little paradise.
As much as she's been here, there would at least be a trail left by her own feet. But to make sure she's the only one who knows of this spot, every time she turns to go back towards the castle she covers up her trail with growing grass, decorated with pine cones and branches, yet her footprints is a dead giveaway in the winter.
A smile was placed on her face as she looked upon her own little spot. She created big hole in a tree that's large enough to hold her. For her own amusement, she decorated it with flowers of all sorts, mainly peonies since they're her favorite. She remembered the first time she learned to grow them. She was so ecstatic that she adorned her dorm with those flowers. She smiled at the thought as she placed herself comfortably inside the tree.
She has to come here at least once week to get away from the drama of real life. She's not technically "running away" so to speak. She's just...taking a vacation is all. She did not want to consider herself a runaway...even though in the back of her mind she actually does. She only left home because it's safer so he wouldn't locate her...wherever he is. A shudder came about her as she thought of that terrible man that she once called father. She wondered where he is now. Anthony's looking into the matter now to see where the...man is. He hoped that he was dead, but she didn't know if she wanted death for him. She thought that it would be an escape for him; an easy way out instead of facing reality...facing his punishment. If only she wasn't sick. If only she were strong enough to go to Brandon's- No. Don't think about that. You're out her to relax and commune with nature...so commune! Listening to her thoughts, she took out her sketchpad and started to draw on the page what she's feeling out of the moment: fear and confusion.
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Post by samson on Jun 27, 2011 5:57:53 GMT -5
Samson had a love/hate relationship with the snow. It was nice to look at, but he really didn’t like the cold. Good thing he didn’t gripe about much—he dealt with the cold well enough, after all. He found that snapping his fingers together to create sparks helped keep his hands warm, though he did sometimes wish he were Fire. They were naturally insulated, and that would be quite nice right about now. Astoundingly, he didn’t have any traumatic emotions with fire. He lost his parents and his voice in a house fire, but the boy didn’t fear it or anything. He heard of that happening, but he found that he responded to fireplaces and candles and Fire students the same way he always did—as a source of heat and nothing else. To add to that, he didn’t really think about that day much. Instead, he thought about Beatrice’s stories and his memories of his parents.
What brought him out to the forest during such weather? Beatrice, of course. She had placed an old polaroid camera around his neck, and told him to snap some pictures of any interesting wildlife. Which to her would be Big Foot. That was her fix right now, he believed. Samson took an interest in the occult and the supernatural, but was not quite as zealous and eccentric as she. Still, she did what he said because he had nothing better to occupy his time. He practiced his powers whenever he could, and even snapping his fingers together now could be considered training, so that was taken care of. Right now, he was pretty much taking a break. Very much doubting that he’d see anything that would be of worth to Beatrice, he took it as a sort of chance to sight-see, since he didn’t come out to the wilderness too much. He liked the wide open sea, that was his home. The closest thing here was the lake, and that just didn’t do it for him.
Having not been carefully observing where he was going, Samson found him approaching a large tree with something odd about it. That ‘something odd’ was the fact that it seemed to have been hollowed out. Inside, there was a girl with what looked like a sketchpad. He thought about silently approaching to maybe screw with her a bit, but had a better idea. Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out his notepad and pen—he’d gotten used to carrying it around, so it was no longer a hassle. And he refused to use anything else, really. Of course, he rarely talked to people—and talk was a term he used humorously—and with Beatrice and his close friends there was no need for a notepad. They knew what he was thinking just by minimal facial expressions.
Samson knocked on the trunk of the tree as if it were a door, and held up the notepad which read, ”Making cookies?” He was referring to the Keebler elves, but he wondered if she’d get the joke. It didn’t look like he was joking by his expression, after all—he just blinked calmly at her with a straight face. He really didn’t know what made him approach, since he wasn’t exactly “friendly”, per se. He guessed it was the fact that this was a girl inside a tree, and that was quite the interesting sight. A part of him wondered if he should take a picture and bring it back to Beatrice to see what she thought about it. Considering that gaping holes in trees weren’t natural occurrences, he thought that this girl—who he maybe would be better described as ‘woman’ considering she looked older than him—was probably an Earth student. And though most Thunders didn’t really care for them, he had no biases against any affiliation. Samson just didn’t see the need.
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Post by arielle on Jun 27, 2011 23:38:44 GMT -5
She learned that some animals still wandered around in the winter. The rabbit before her eyes showed her this as it jumped around, looking for some leftover food. The fur on the rabbit matched that of the snowy ground it hopped on, and she found that adorable. Thinking on adorable-ness brought her back to the thought of home, but this time it was a pleasant thought: her dog Cookie. How she missed her puppy so much! Well, it’s hardly a puppy now. She’s a full grown, full grown dog. She’s so big, that if she were to lay on Arielle, her entire body would cover her own. The girl always found that amusing, that and the many kisses her dog placed on her cheek. A small smile formed on her face as she thought of the dog waiting for her at home.
Back to the rabbit, she followed it around with her eyes, trying to make it stay in one spot with her mind, but she controlled earth, not animals. A shiver erupted in her, which caused the snow on the tree to fall. Sensing that, the rabbit leaped away to somewhere safe. “Aww wait, don’t go.” Like her voice would comfort it even more. If anything, the poor creature ran even faster away, but something else came in its place: a boy. She heard his footsteps in the snow before he flashed the notepad in her face. She figured he was one of the hard-headed kids running around her, even though they weren’t supposed to. Looking up, she focused on the words and repeated them out loud. “Making cookies…” She looked up at the boy in confusion, then back to the paper. Was he slow? Did she really look like she was making cookies, and why out here of all places? She had her pen and sketch book out in plain view, she didn’t think it wasn’t obvious. “Umm, no?” She thought of her own out-of-place reply. She looked at his camera and smiled. “Building a moat?” Hopefully he got what she meant. Moat…castle… yeah maybe she should just stick to drawing. Maybe the boy was just messing with her, but she didn’t care. She found amusement in…whatever he was doing.
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Post by samson on Jun 28, 2011 1:46:42 GMT -5
As expected, she didn’t get it. And usually, he wouldn’t have taken the time to explain, but he had nothing better to do. So, without any change in facial expression, he scribbled down another note, and turned it back to her: ”You know, the Keebler elves? They make cookies in trees….Ha ha.” He even smiled a bit, shaking his head to move hair from his eyes. He smirked at her next words though, and took the notepad away again to write down something in reply. Between his fingers, Samson held it up again. ”Clever.”
It was then he noticed the sketchpad in her lap, and his face still remained in its careful stoic edge. Underneath everything else, he wrote down a question and showed it to her. ”What’re you drawing?” Honestly, this was the most he’d “talked” to someone in a while. But he had time to kill. Samson didn’t want to return to Beatrice so soon and without any pictures of Big Foot. He guessed he could take an out-of-focus polaroid and claim it to be the legend. And uncharacteristically again, he actually explained himself. It took him a bit of time to write out this part, and then he finally showed it to the girl. ”I’m not just being an asshole, by the way. I’m a mute. This is how I talk. The name’s Samson.” In all honesty, he didn’t really enjoy talking this way. He liked the unspoken communication between him and Beatrice. With just a look, she automatically knew what he was thinking. But that came with years of understanding.
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Post by arielle on Jun 29, 2011 11:18:19 GMT -5
His facial expression told her that he knew she wouldn’t get it. Then why even mention it? She mentally kicked herself at her rudeness. She blamed it on the weather. The lack of greenery can do that to an Earth student. She watched as he scribbled something else on his pad. Focusing on the words, she smiled and shook her head. “Oh, yeah. Haha. I get it now. Very clever of you.” The Keebler elves. Of course! “They make some great cookies.” She pouted just a bit. “That makes me want some now.” He wrote something else showed her again. She now began to wonder why this boy didn’t speak, but she did find it adorable how he wrote down his words. She didn’t know why. That’s Arielle for you, finding almost everything adorable. She mimicked his gesture and showed the picture of the rabbit she attempted to draw. “Ignore all the scratch-outs and what not. The rabbit wouldn’t sit still. I normally draw a little better than that.” She hoped that she didn’t think she was bad at drawing. Arielle isn’t cocky, but she knew that she was an excellent artist; not the greatest, but pretty good.
His next words answered her earlier question. She read them carefully and her eyes widened. So he was mute? She focused her eyes on him and gave him an apologetic smile. She tried not to show or have pity on him. Her grandfather was deaf, and the first thing he hated what people did was take pity on him. Smiling, she asked “Do you know ASL? If so then we can communicate that way if you want.” She knew ASL. Her mother forced her and her brothers to learn it so they can understand her grandfather better. It’s funny, she remembered learning all the finger gestures and the hand motions, but not actually putting them to use with her grandfather. She could honestly say she wasn’t close to him, and when he died she didn’t mourn terribly bad. She felt like she learned it all in vain, until now. Hopefully he knew it, because she didn’t know how many pages he had left on his sketch pad.
Samson was his name, like the one in the Bible. She wondered for a moment if he had incredible strength. Laughing she said, “Can you lift boulders or cars? You don’t have to answer that I was just joking.” She looked at him curiously and questioned herself how long he’s been out here. Judging by the pinkness of his face, it probably wasn’t that long. “Hey, you want to join me here? It’s comfyyy.” Her voice picked a sing-song pitch at the last statement. She then closed her eyes in concentration and widened the tree and it’s whole big enough to comfortably hold both of them. That took a lot out of her, so she rested her head against the back and looked up him with a warm smile. She patted the seat next to hers, insisting him join her.
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Post by samson on Jun 30, 2011 0:55:01 GMT -5
He gave a wry smile before showing her his next reply. ”No, it was terrible.” Samson would have laughed at her pout if he could, but instead his smile grew before writing down something else when she mentioned wanting cookies. ”Sorry. You’re SOL out here.” Then, he added on, ”So I guess you’re not a Keebler elf.” He was quite a bit of the joker, something he thought he inherited from his Water elemental mother. Perhaps that was always why he liked the Water students so much. Usually, the Thunder students were loners, and he was still considerably so considering he didn’t really like communicating with others—but he still went out of his affiliation to associate with others. The girl showed her picture, and he nodded at it before writing something in his own notepad. She shouldn’t have been so under confident in her art—it was very good for a moving target. ”You’re good.” Then, he drew out his own bunny with an arrow pointing to it that said, ”I’m not.” He doodled quite a bit—mostly in class—but his skills weren’t something to write home about.
Samson really didn’t care about the pity anymore. It didn’t bother him. If people wanted to feel sorry for him, then let them—they were allowed to, after all. And he was completely comfortable with his ‘disability’, so it didn’t bother him. It caught him a bit off-guard, though, when she said she knew ASL. He lifted his eyebrows. After the fire, when he moved to British Columbia, the school put him into ‘special’ classes where he learned it. But he never really used it. First of all, not many people who interacted with knew it and second of all, a lot of his close friends and Beatrice really only needed facial expressions to communicate with him. Besides, he wasn’t much of a ‘people person’. Dropping the notebook and pen, he signed: ”I’m a bit rusty. I don’t usually sign.” And he still kept his sentences short because of it. He really hadn’t met another mute before—deafs were usually the people he’d seen sign, and sometimes they spoke along with it.
Adjusting to signing, she got an actual, not-dry smile from him with her Biblical comment. ”Only when I’m pissed,” he signed, ignoring her ‘don’t have to answer that’ comment. He wished he had that part of Biblical story—instead, Beatrice commented on how every girl he went out with was his Delilah. “Don’t let her cut your hair, Sammy,” she’d say very seriously. But unfortunately it was true—every girl he’d dated had managed to break him down further. Beatrice said it was a ‘Samson complex’. She invited him in, and he watched in silent wonder not visible on his face as she grew the tree out, like it was slowly exploding. Wearing a smile as he slowly shook his head, he sat down next to her. ”My natural enemy. I’m a Thunder student.” The girl seemed friendly, very friendly, so he wasn’t surprised to see that she was an Earth student. She may have been surprised that he was a Thunder student because of the fact that he didn’t turn away from her or zap her (which wouldn’t be good for him). He chose not to adhere to the strict guidelines of ‘alliances’—he enjoyed the company of Water students, after all. ”So what’s your name?” he signed, realizing she hadn’t said yet.
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Post by arielle on Jul 3, 2011 13:30:09 GMT -5
She sighed, but nodded, knowing that the boy was right. There’s no way for her to obtain any cookies out her. She looked at his next comment and smiled. “No, sorry. I’m no elf but…” She leaned in and grew quiet. “I heard they linger around these parts sometimes.” With a smiled she leaned back and folded her fingers in her lap.
Smiling, she said “Thank-you” and giggled at his bunny. “Aww, that’s cute.” She looked at the eye and what she thought was the tail and silently agreed that he wasn’t the best of drawers. She then smiled at his shock. “Shocked huh? I had to learn it. My mother forced me and brothers to learn it for the sake of my late grandfather; he was deaf.” She looked at his signing and it took her a minute to interpret it. Forming her fingers, she replied It’s okay, I am too. Haven’t used this in years.
She smiled, and then signed back. Wow, I don’t want that to happen then. He took in her tree growing like it was an everyday thing for him. She hasn’t gotten used to other people not being freaked out on her. She remembered recently she grew a small cactus plant in a small pot in front of her brother and he freaked out. Interpreting his signing, she raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Honestly, I don’t care about the whole elemental enemy thing. I base my enemies on the fact if we get along or not. She paused, trying to remember the sign for fire. Believe it or not, I have a friend who’s… “Fire.” She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I forgot the signing for it…”
She was surprised that he was a thunder student. She half-expected him to runaway or do something foolish like try to hurt her from watching her grow the tree. She was happy he didn’t do either of the things she thought. The whole war thing kind of made her on the edge with Thunder students, but this boy didn’t. She was relaxed around him. Maybe she’ll regret it later. That goes to show that not all Thunder students were the same. He asked her what her name was and she gasped and shook her head in disappointment. I am so sorry. That was quite rude of me. My name is Arielle; like the mermaid, but with more letters. And no, I’m not the mermaid, but I was one for a costume party. She laughed at the other remark.
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Post by samson on Jul 4, 2011 11:13:08 GMT -5
Samson didn’t want to admit it, but signing was a lot easier than using his cellphone or notepad. Unfortunately, it also made him feel more handicapped. And he didn’t like to feel handicapped, because that’s not what he viewed his muteness as. She joked that elves were around these parts and he signed, ”Hopefully you’re right. I’ve been assigned to take pictures of the creatures of the forest. Namely Big Foot.” He lifted up the old camera around his neck for emphasis. It may have sounded strange, but Beatrice and Samson were not a very normal duo. The redhead scoffed at normalcy, said it was the condition of the uncreative.
He snorted as she complimented his bunny. ”Let’s just say it’s a bunny that was in a terrible accident.” Most were surprised at how friendly the usually stoic mute could be, but he wasn’t as big of an asshole as most seemed to think. He was just quiet. Ha. Being mute tended to make it hard to communicate with others, which is why he shied away from it. As the girl explained how she learned to sign, he nodded. ”Makes sense. I was forced into classes to learn it. I used it mostly for cursing. My teacher was not amused.” He smirked at this thought. No, he wasn’t that big of a troublemaker, but he did like to mess around with people. It seemed that the Earth student was also having some difficulty with signing herself. Samson thought she might just be forgetting words. He nodded in understanding when she signed back. ”Not many people know it, so I tend to avoid using it.”
Samson was glad that this girl also didn’t believe in the whole ‘automatic enemies’ thing. If he had a personal grudge, he held it well. And he generally disliked those who slighted him in some way. Not just because they were said to be enemies. He guessed he got it from his parents and Beatrice—his father was Thunder and his mother and Beatrice Water. If they managed to get along with each other, why couldn’t he get along with others. ”As you should judge others on. The alliance system only really matters for me when it comes to war.” That’s when they had to choose sides. And he would always choose Thunder. She signed out a statement, but finished it aloud, disturbing the quiet both of them had created. He smiled again. ”You don’t have to sign with me if you don’t want to. It’s annoying, I know.”
Yeah, Samson definitely believed it was nurture vs. nature when it came to his tolerance for all affiliations. Especially Water. They were the types that he actually got along with best. Half of it might had to do with the fact that he loved the beach and swimming and anything that had to do with the water. He blinked as she gasped as if she had just committed an atrocious crime, and he exhaled in what is his silent version of a laugh. ”Disappointing,” he signed when she reference The Little Mermaid. ”I could have taken a picture of you for my little assignment. But since you’re not a real mermaid, I still need to look.” Unfortunately, he was being serious since Beatrice would not let him back home without some evidence of a mythical creature out in the woods. He believed in some instances of the paranormal (when you’re an elemental, you kind of had to) but not in the same way as his caretaker. He enjoyed the occult, but he wasn’t quite as eccentric as she.
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Post by arielle on Jul 6, 2011 19:45:48 GMT -5
Oh, interesting…Good luck with that.So he was here on an assignment? A very difficult one at that. She wondered if he thought that Bigfoot was real. Well, he wouldn’t be out here if he didn’t. She’s heard about people that take this whole Bigfoot thing very seriously. They base their whole lives on this creature. She pitied them and hoped that Samson wouldn’t turn out like that when he got older. Another thought occurred to her. She signed rather quickly as thoughts raced through her head. Does it have to be an actual picture of Bigfoot? If not, then I can maybe help you out in that department. She gave him a sly smirk to go along with the comment.
Ari busted into laughter after reading his comment. It wasn’t in making fun of him, it was just that his bunny was so cute, and the fact that it was in an accident made her laugh. She’s a weird one. I think maybe the rabbit should be put out of its misery then. Referring to his later comment about signing, she replied. Lucky, I don’t know any curse words. Would you show me? My mother made sure to skip that in our lessons, and I might need to use them some day… She gave him an amused smile, thinking about her mother’s reaction if she found out what she’ll learn. Maybe a scold or two might be given to the Earth student, but nothing more than that. She would surprise her brothers with her new language, but she guessed they already knew it. She nodded in agreement. Not that many people knew ASL, so it’s understandable if he never used it.
I guess you’re right. Nothing matters to me, the whole ‘who’s your enemy thing’, until something traumatic happens, like now. A new question formed in her head, and she hoped he didn’t take this the wrong way. How do you feel about this war? Do you really believe what you hear? Samson seemed logical, not brash or anything. He’ll probably side with his own element just to stick by them, which is understandable. She would too, if she didn’t know the truth that her own best friend was with her that night the terrible tragedy happened to the Thunder leader. She shook her head at the next statement. Oh no. I’m actually enjoying this. But if you want to stop, that would be okay.
She frowned and nodded in agreement. It’s funny. That movie was how I received my name. My parents watched it and my…dad thought it was pretty. So he named me that. She felt something sour creep up in her mouth as she mentioned her father. The thought of him literally made her sick. She didn’t mean to purposely mention the man; the thought just occurred to her. She placed a hand on her head as nausea slowly crept in her. She took deep quiet breaths, hoping the boy next to her wouldn’t notice.
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Post by samson on Jul 7, 2011 11:35:17 GMT -5
He considered her words. Would Beatrice be able to tell? She was very perceptive... "It could work. What did you have in mind?" Judging by the look in her eyes, she had a plan And he might as well get this out of the way. Did he believe Big Foot existed? He didn’t discount it from being true, but it wasn’t his life goal to find the thing. And neither was it Beatrice’s. She was just…different. That’s the only way he found he could describe the woman. Eccentric, odd, one of the greatest people who’ve ever entered his life. Big Foot wasn’t the only thing she was after, most of her life being spent in the realm of the occult.
Samson snorted at her laugh, apparently finding the fact that his poorly-drawn rabbit had been crippled in an accident funny. At her next words, he drew ‘x’s over the bunny’s eyes and showed it to her. His smirk turned into a smile when she asked to be taught some foul language. ”If the need to swear in sign language ever arises, I suggest ‘fuck you’.” He emphasized the gesture so it didn’t look as if he was actually cursing her out. He once remember Beatrice threatening to hit him with a hairbrush should he ever use that language around her, even though he rarely communicated through words with her. She had actually surprised him when she admitted she had learned ASL for him—it wasn’t something he had expected her to do. ”Something surprises you? ‘Holy shit’. Stub your toe? ‘Goddammit’.” This was quite the interesting lesson. He had taught Derek sign language, including all the swear words, but he wondered how much of it he’d retained.
His expression turned serious when she spoke of the war. ”I do whatever my leaders tell me. I don’t really care if this chick is innocent or not, and neither does anyone else on my side.” It was the sad truth. Of course, he realized since Ari was Earth she might know this Nell girl, so he signed, ”I don’t think I would attack anyone the way others would. I’m not violent.” However, he did find fun in screwing around with others, back that was a daily basis thing. He wasn’t terribly malicious, but he liked to mess around with people. ”And the Thunders would be pretty stupid to screw with Earth students.” He smiled a bit at this. He knew not to seriously upset any of them, since one could completely own him in a fight if they weren’t so pacifistic. That didn’t go for all of them, however. His expression registered shock ”You enjoy signing?” He shook his head then, smirking. ”I’m impressed.”
Samson could be relatively perceptive, so he did notice Ari’s shift in demeanor. He picked up on the hesitation before ‘dad’ and he signed, ”I’m guessing you’re not fond of him. Don’t worry, I won’t ask.” He knew how to respect boundaries, too. He waited patiently as she gripped her head. Something really bad must have happened for her to be having such a discernable reaction. ”Do you want to lay down or something?” he signed. The general idea was that Samson was a jerkass, which wasn’t very true. Sure, he didn’t talk much with others, but that was because it was difficult for him to communicate. In actuality, he was quite sensitive to others. Especially when it came to girls. Samson wondered if a change in topic would help. ”Where are you from? I was born and raised on the coast of Newfoundland. It’s a really nice place, especially the ocean. I go back there during the summer now. It’s actually where my powers manifested during a thunderstorm.” Wow, that was probably the longest string of words he’d ever…signed.
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Post by arielle on Jul 9, 2011 22:44:52 GMT -5
She waited patiently for the fingers to form the very question she expected. Well, I was thinking that maybe I can make the bigfoot for ya. Ya know, form some dead twigs and logs together and stuff, just to help you out, because I don’t think you’ll get any luck out here. I’ve been here enough times to not see a Bigfoot. She hopefully didn’t shoot the boy’s hopes down, but she was being realistic. She gave him a hopeful grin, encouraging him to take up her offer, because he’ll be here all day.
She laughed again when he formed x’s for the bunny’s eyes. There, better. Then, she perked up and paid close attention to the lesson being taught to her. She mimicked him in forming the words, and did it a couple of times. Hey, I think I got it. Look out word: A new potty-mouth has come into existence. She rubbed her hands together methodically and barked out an evil laugh, which turned into her real laughter afterwards.
Her expression followed his serious one when he answered her question. Ruefully, she nodded. She would have done the same thing, but because she knew the hard facts, she couldn’t. They just need someone to blame it on unfortunately. And that someone happens to be one of her best friends. She couldn’t help but feel a little upset with him, but deep down inside, she understood him perfectly. She sighed in relief when she read his sign. Good. I won’t do it either unless provoked of course…I hope I don’t have to hurt you. It was the honest truth. She liked this kid, and they understood each other so far.
She nodded in agreement. Yeah, they would be pretty stupid, but not as stupid as looking for evidence or other means of proof stating that an Earth student killed a Thunder She couldn’t help but get an attitude over the subject, but at least it wasn’t focused on him. And plus, she’s protective over her friends, kind of like a mamma bear with her cubs: she’s not going down with a fight. Yet, she couldn’t help but smirk at his shocked expression when he learned that she enjoyed signing. Well, I didn’t initially enjoy it, but signing with you is fun.
Damnit, he saw her. Now was her time to play it cool…until he guessed what got her off. She nodded, and did not trust herself to sign anything but thanks. She was tempted to use the words he taught her, but that’s enough personal life time for them. He didn’t budge in, and he earned more brownie points for himself. She shook her head when he asked if she wanted to lay down. Just a subject change will do And he was on top of that real quick…sort of. She had to really focus at the words he was forming, since there were so many. I’m from the states, specifically Chicago. Nothing there accept smog and angry people. She shrugged it off as if it were nothing. But I like it here more
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Post by samson on Jul 11, 2011 22:25:21 GMT -5
He thought before signing, ”If we pull it off well enough, then I think it’ll work.” Samson sent a smirk her way, ”So do your think, Earth girl.” He was aware that the chances of finding a Big Foot were very, very low. But he wasn’t the one who wanted proof of it. He wondered what Beatrice would actually do with the picture after she got it. Probably frame it up in her shop.
Samson snorted as he signed, ”I’ve created a monster.” Hopefully it served her purposes well enough. It was nice knowing that you could insult someone without them being aware that you were doing it. He lifted his eyebrow at her maniacal laughter but shook his head after, his own version of showing amusement. There were limits being a mute, even he was aware of it though he was unwilling to admit how ‘handicapped’ he truly was.
He shrugged when she signed. Unfortunately for her, the innocence of their suspect didn’t really matter. Neither did it to any of the other students. ”We want a scapegoat,” he admitted. Nodding as she said she hoped they wouldn’t have to fight, Samson signed, ”I defend my allies, so…” He let that go unfinished. He wouldn’t hold back if she went against one of his one, and she was likely the same. There was no telling whether or not they’d fight unless it actually happened back in school.
Clearly being right, he was glad he caught on and managed to change the subject. Of course he was curious as anyone would be, but he knew how personal people could be. He may have seemed like a closed book to most, but if one asked, he’d tell you pretty much anything. Nothing truly bothered him enough that he felt he needed to keep it from others. ”America, huh? Well, I have to be biased and said that Canada is better.” He smirked at this. He was proud of his country, but it’s not like he hated America or anything. ”You’d be amazed what you can find here. Even though Big Foot is probably not one of them.”
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Post by arielle on Jul 14, 2011 22:14:27 GMT -5
Hah. Just the words I was waiting for. Ari placed her sketch pad utensils to the side and hopped up from her position, careful not to bump her head like she’s done once before. She stretched her lazy limbs and cracked her gloved knuckles. She looked up at them and thought for a moment. She’d probably do a lot better without them on. Taking them off, she tossed them at her spot, then turned and looked at the scenery around her. Some parts of the ground were snowy, others showed brown patches of grass. She saw dead twigs here and there, maybe some leaves to add to the bunch. “Hmm, how to do this…” She thought out loud. She walked over to the twigs and picked one up. She formed a more branches on it to look like a person. Showing off her creation, she said to Tyler. “See where I’m getting at?”
She grew it larger and larger and made it about 6 feet. “Bigfoot is 7 foot-ish, right?” While she was thinking it over, she looked over at his wording and replied, Oh don’t you worry. I’m put your lessons into good use. She added her reassurance with a wink and a thumbs up.
That makes sense. I don’t blame you for it. I would probably do the same. She didn’t have many Thunder friends, but that doesn’t mean she can just go kicking butt. She’s not like that. She didn’t want this war. Heck, she didn’t even want to fight, but that’s the way things are.
She laughed at his criticism. So far, I’d have to agree. With how she grew up, any place would be better than there. Despite that, she really did enjoy Canada. Have you ever been to the U.S.?
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Post by samson on Jul 16, 2011 19:37:58 GMT -5
Samson watched as Ari prepped for whatever she was about to do, tossing away her gloves. All he had to do was rub his hands together for static electricity to keep himself warm, but of course it was different for Earth students. When she started picking up leaves and other forest foliage, he smirked. ”Thought you were going to do something big and epic?” It was a light tease. And when Samson teased you, then you knew he was your friend. Which was odd, considering he usually didn’t go out of his way to make friends. Especially with Earth students. But he liked Ari—she was pretty decent. He nodded and followed suit, constructing what hopefully would look like a blurry Big Foot in the pictures. When it came to a decent size—he was surprised that she knew the height of the creature, but nodded nonetheless—he picked up the camera and snapped a picture, the polaroid rolling out like a tongue. He waited it to show up before turning it to Ari so she could see what they had created. It did in fact look like a blurry creature, and it would do perfectly.
Oh yes, he had created a monster. But of course then they had to move over to more serious subjects, which strangely she understood him on. He was grateful that she didn’t overreact and attack or anything. He shook his head at her question, signing, ”Nah, never been. Never really had a desire too, either.” Brushing his hands off as if finishing a long day of work, he gave a waving gesture. ”Thanks for your help, Ari. I’ll have to bring this back to show off to my boss.” He gave her a friendly smile before walking away, back into the forest.
[closing this. <33]
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