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Post by shiloh on Jun 28, 2011 0:28:06 GMT -5
Harley got that feeling that every single Fire and Thunder element hated her. Harley slid down the wall of the academy, and put her head in her hands. What has she done? She had betrayed her element for someone she didn't even know, and now she was a target. Harley was sure she literally had no one anymore, except Josh. He was the only reason she had made such a rash choice. She trusted him to lead her right, even if he didn't know he was leading her just yet. The red head leaned her head against the stone wall, and closed her eyes. Why did this have to happen now? Of all times, really. Honestly, it couldn't be worse; her friends hated her for taking sides with Cynthia's murderer. Hell, Harley didn't even know if the girl really did kill her. Harley began to bang her head against the stone, and muttering how stupid she was. Josh better love her. Harley raked her hand through the tangled mess of what she called hair. What would Charlette think of her? Would she be proud or disappointed? This was no way to bring her sister into the academy. Harley growled to no one in particular. She could feel her skin heating, and knew she should calm down. She just needed to think about things, and talk to Josh. He needed to get the story, meet this Nell. If she felt the girl was innocent, she'd defend her. If not...well, Harley didn't want to cross Josh. She'd just leave the girl to whoever. Harley looked around, and was curious to how others reacted to the situation. Other than Josh, she hadn't seen many people storm out, which suprised her. You would think Earth would be furious. Maybe they were, and she didn't notice. She was very unobservant sometimes. The red head began to stand up when her world started to spin. Okay, maybe she wasn't going to get up. Harley held head with her hand, and mumbled. She didn't want to be out here when a mob went to look for Nell, Josh, and herself. Her headache said otherwise though, so she sat back down, and tried to stay hidden. notes; hehe, wasn't sure how to do this. outfit; click
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Post by samson on Jun 28, 2011 1:11:05 GMT -5
After Samson left the mess hall, he felt no different than when he had entered. He would side with Thunder, but it didn’t really affect him. Except for one thing. After Josh had stood and left, proclaiming that Blackthorn had lost “fire power”, Harley exited in much a same fashion. Clearly, she sided with Shepherd and that stung in a way. It felt like a direct betrayal to him even when his common sense told him that wasn’t true. Still…this meant they were against each other. This meant that her own affiliation were against her and would most likely harass her, as well as the Josh guy. And he really didn’t know what to do with that.
Otherwise, this war was no big deal to him. Sure, he’d mess with a couple of the students for fun. Harmless sport. He wouldn’t cause any serious damage like some of his comrades. Samson had to smirk when he thought that. Comrade. That was wartime thinking, clearly. And that’s what they were doing. Everyone around—all the people outside, loitering—were preparing for war. Bracing themselves for the conflict and the fighting, the overall tension that war brought. Something he’d experienced before in his years at the Academy. He didn’t think any of them had been started over someone being accused of murder, but Sam had been through it before. And he’d always been decently strong—no one really messed with Thunders, anyway.
He hadn’t expected to see her, crumbled against the wall of the Academy, face in hands. He mussed up the back of his already unruly hair, one hand in his pocket. I just don’t understand you, Harley… Samson really didn’t. Why didn’t she side with Fire? Why didn’t she side with him. They were friends, after all, and though he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he wanted something more. But there was a sort of wall, now, something that made him afraid to push too hard. Because it was just a vicious cycle. Meet a girl, give her all she ever wanted, and have her break up with him for someone better. Samson was still not stupid enough to deny that he felt something for her though.
He leaned against the wall next to her, wondering if she heard his approach. Not like he could say ‘hi’ or anything. Whenever he thought of such things, he was amused rather than bitter. His muteness was something he’d gotten used to over time. It was never a big deal to him, though it appeared to be for others. They seemed to be nervous around someone with a ‘disability’ and he sure didn’t help—he liked to screw with people like that. But really, Samson wasn’t too bad a guy. From his hoodie pocket, he pulled out his notepad and pen, scribbling something down in neat and tidy handwriting, before putting it before the redhead’s vision. Written on it was one simple word: ”Why?”
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Post by shiloh on Jun 28, 2011 2:26:12 GMT -5
There was so much at risk for her choice that she hadn't thought about. Well, she was thinking of them now, but she couldn't take it back now. It was much to late for that. Her green eyes watched as the grounds filled with more people. Some upset, others ready for a fight. How long would this last? She knew Thunder's could keep a grudge, just as Fire could. She could feel the tention, and could cut it with a knife. There was one person she didn't want to think about. Samson. He must hate her for this. Just the thought of it killed her.
Samson was Harley's rock, other than Josh. But, Sam was so much more than a best friend. They had a connection, like he understood her sometimes. Or at least he tried, she thought. Would he forgive her? She doubted it. She had become disloyal to Fire. Something that almost never happened in their element, and Harley had managed it. Of course she did. She had to have trusted Josh her first year. She let a sigh escape her lips, and kept her head down. She felt ashamed of this disloyalty, but it would have been worse to be disloyal to a guy whose had her back since she was fourteen.
She felt his presence before she actually looked up to see his face; and what a beautiful face it was. Harley glanced at his notebook, and sighed. She looked away from him, not wanting him to see how tore up she actually was about her choice. She took a deep breath, and said, "I don't think it's right to declare war without proof, Sam. How do they know? Plus, Josh...he is a wise guy, and I trust him."
[/color] Oh, how Harley wished she could've had a better excuse. She looked back towards the ground, and picked at the grass. Harley couldn't look at him, if she did, she would burst into tears. She couldn't do that. notes; awhh. outfit; click[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Jun 28, 2011 4:35:59 GMT -5
It obviously pained her. Samson saw that, even though she ducked and hid from him, shielding her face with her radiant hair. But still, he couldn’t help the bitter thought that surfaced when Harley stated she trusted Josh: More than me? She readily sided with her rebelling Fire ally, and the jealousy was something strong, though he didn’t show it on his face. Nothing did. He was keeping carefully stoic, even though inside it was a much different story. He didn’t care how wise Josh was.
And as much as he wished it weren’t so, Harley was right. They didn’t know for sure if this Nell Shepherd girl killed Cynthia. All they had was their leaders’ word. But that didn’t matter to Samson. All that mattered was his allegiance to Thunder. And to Harley. Which is why this was so difficult. For both of them, he knew. They were friends (no matter how much he wanted more) and if Samson didn’t care about his allegiance so much, he’d be right beside her. But he cared way too much for both Thunder and Harley. They were pretty much tearing him in two.
There were so many things he wanted to say, and it was the only time he wished he still had his voice. But he didn’t, all he had was his rectangular little notebook to spill his thoughts onto. After a long silence, he wrote down: ”You’re a traitor. They’ll attack you.” He wanted her to understand. Of course she knew what she was doing, but still… He feared he wouldn’t be able to protect her. If someone tried to touch her, he knew nothing would stop him from retaliating against them. And he decided to write down these thoughts to. ”I can’t betray Thunder.” But god, did he want to keep her safe. And he wanted her to look at him so he can see those green eyes that he loved too much.
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Post by shiloh on Jun 28, 2011 14:26:11 GMT -5
Harley knew that Samson would be upset with her. She felt as though she had stabbed in the heart for not siding with Thunder and Fire. It felt like a stab to her heart as well. Harley.knew this would strain their relationship, and maybe drive them apart. Harley feared that; she couldn't lose this boy. He was everything to her, and she wished more. He had been able to make his way into her heart, and managed to stay there. It amazed Harley how much she cared for him. She just didn't think Samson would understand her choice. She didn't want to make it seem she liked Josh more, or trusted him more. Harley could honestly say she was torn.
Harley read his notepad, and felt the tears well up. She looked at him, felt the first tear fall down her cheek. Harley hadn't cried since her parents' death. "Yes, thank you for pointing out what I already know,"
[/color] she mumbled. God, she had been right. He would hate her. Harley scoffed, and said, "Yeah, because Thunder is such a unified group."[/color] She didn't want to snap at him, but he was pointing out the obvious to her, and making her feel worse. Harley desperatly wished for Samson to just tell her it'd be okay, and just hold her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and told herself not to cry. She couldn't be seen as weak. "Samson, what I am I going to do?"[/color] Harley whispered to him. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Jun 29, 2011 17:23:49 GMT -5
Samson didn’t want to control what Harley did. She was her own person, who made her own decisions. And he did his best to keep that mask up so she wouldn’t see any pain. But his bright green eyes peered at her, searching her for more answers that what she was giving. Neither of them wanted this, he knew that. Neither of them wanted to have to choose sides, didn’t want to be separated by their alliances. If he could change things, he would. But they didn’t have much power. The leaders made their decision, and that was that.
Dammit, she was crying. Samson turned into a blob of affection when girls cried, and he’d obviously not seen Harley do it before. She just wasn’t the type of girl to cry. He wiped the tear away with his thumb, his hand on her cheek. Then with a sigh, he leaned his forehead against hers. Samson felt like an asshole. He could have phrased it better, but for one thing it was hard to portray emotions through a piece of paper. And for another, he was generally a blunt person. Not that he didn’t care about people’s feelings—he especially cared about Harley’s—but that was who he was. Straightforward, and stating the obvious. And making Harley cry.
He moved away, and wrote down something else. ”I know I’m a dick. I’m sorry.” The apology was best expressed in his eyes, though, as was most everything. The limits of his communication were not in his eyes. They usually spoke for him. When she leaned against him, he stayed there for a bit, relishing in the contact. And it was almost like there wasn’t a problem or a war or anything like that. It was almost like nothing was separating them. He wrote his reply down, feeling that something like this couldn’t just be expressed with his face. ”Do whatever you think is right. I’ll protect you.” For that much, he didn’t care about loyalty to Thunder. If anyone tried to touch the girl, he’d make sure to be there.
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Post by shiloh on Jun 30, 2011 1:01:14 GMT -5
If it wasn't too late, Harley probably would've changed her mind right than. It was odd that she was so willing to do that for someone without good cause. The red head wasn't use to this kind of thing-feeling this way. Harley wanted to tell Samson how she felt, but like most, she feared the thought of rejection. Well, maybe not so much rejection, but more if heartbreak. It was weird because Harley liked to be daring, but she never wanted to feel the pain that so many people felt; her heartbreaking. It scared her, so much she had never had a serious relationship. If she did date, she'd always break up with them before they did her. Some called it paranoia, others called it being a bitch. Harley would much rather be called a bitch then crazy.
Harley felt his thumb wipe away her tear. Damn, he was making her melt on the inside. Harley sighed when he leaned his forehead against hers, and had to resist the urge to brush her lips against his. Instead she breathed him in, and settling for that. Samson had managed to see every side of Harley, and she wasn't embarassed about it. Well, maybe just a little about the crying, but she glad that he had been able to see another side of her. It wasn't every day that people got to see her cry, or that she stoid against her element. It was like the world was ending, but worse in a way. (Not her and Samson being so close, that was the best thing to happen all day).
The red head read what he wrote, and began to shake her head in disagreement. He was far from a dick; he was just trying to help. Harley looked at him, and said, "No, no you're not. I'm just being stupid, and over emotional."
[/color] Harley enjoyed just being next to Samson. She felt safe with him, and she liked that. It almost felt like a normal day; like there was nothing wrong, or no target on her back. Harley glanced down as Samson wrote, and said, "That's so sweet, but I don't want you to have a target on your back from protecting me, Samson."[/color] Harley gave him a small smile, and thought, "He is the only one that ever sees another side of me." [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Jun 30, 2011 1:28:29 GMT -5
Samson’s lips were so close to hers, but he held back. Samson didn’t want to be pushed away, didn’t want to scare her off. He also didn’t want to end up with his heart ripped out and stomped on again. It may have sounded dramatic, but his previous relationships hadn’t gone over so well. But he knew somehow that Harley wasn’t like them. He didn’t know why he couldn’t see how cold-hearted the other girls were—maybe because he was so naively blind. But Harley…it was one of those feelings that something was different. She was different.
Samson shook his head as he wrote, ”This is war. I’d be worried if you weren’t over emotional.” Even though he kept his calm and cool, others felt the intense pressure of war. And he couldn’t blame them. Wars weren’t fun, they were vicious. And once one began, he viewed it as a necessary evil. Which is why he wanted to keep her from such things, even though there was no way he could blind her, especially now that she’d chosen her side. The one she wasn’t supposed to be on. He didn’t like conflict—he was indifferent. At her ‘sweet’ comment, he gave her an amused look, eyebrow raised. More writing. ”I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He was attempting to make the situation more lighthearted than it actually was. Like it wasn’t taking his heart and stretching it out like silly putty. He really just wanted to keep that smile on her face.
Putting away his notebook, Samson took her hand in his and pulled her away from the wall. It wouldn’t do to just stand around and mope now, but his mischievous smile revealed nothing. School was done for today, and they needed to forget about what was going on in those walls for at least one afternoon. He guided her off the grounds were people were forming together in protective groups, tension around them like the buzzing underneath his skin, and headed to Maple Hollow. All along the way to the park, he continued to hold her hand.
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Post by shiloh on Jun 30, 2011 2:10:22 GMT -5
Harley chuckled, and couldn't help, but look amused at Samson. She tried to think back to a time were she had been so open with someone, and was drawing a blank. She and Josh were cool, and she trusted him, but they never talked about their past life. They never got extremly close. Harley was sure it was one of the oddest relationships she had with someone. I don't know you very well, but I trust you with my life. It was one of those, don't ask, don't tell kinda things. So, Harley never revealed much to Josh, and vice versa. Samson on the other,hand, he knew more than most. Actually, other than family, he was the only who got close to Harley. He didn't know everything. Yet.
"I never cry, and it's just a stupid, pointless war,"
[/color] Harley states with a matter of fact voice. She paused, then added, "No offense, my little Thunder Wonder."[/color] Harley couldn't help but laugh at the last part. It was a suprise that she said something like that, but she was always a little different around Samson. She was more carefree, and happy. It was different for her, but it felt nuce to actually laugh every now and again. Harley smirked at his amused look, and her smirk turned to a big grin when he wrote, "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself." Harley nodded her head in agreement with him. "I believe you...big boy,"[/color] the red head said laughing. The Fire student looked slightly confused when Samson pulled her hand, and her up from the wall. She let him lead her away from the academy, and all the students. Harley noticed that Samson's hadn't let go of hers, and she smiled despite herself. Without thinking about it (much), Harley laced her fingers through his, and gave his hand a small squeeze. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Jul 4, 2011 10:45:38 GMT -5
Stupid and pointless. He wondered if he agreed about the war. He simply went along silently, because that's what he was best at--silence. But Harley could cry as much as she'd like in front of him; it made him feel like he was getting somewhere with her. Closer, somehow. Especially since he didn't have too many close friends. And those friends didn't know much about his personal. It was at least general knowledge that he lived in an occult shop with an eccentric woman. But that was it really. Most people did not know how he even became mute. Or that he was from Newfoundland. Or that his parents were from enemy affiliations. And he'd like to spill his guts to Harley so she'd feel even closer to him.
He snorted at the 'little Thunder Wonder' comment, something he usually didn't do. Of course he didn't laugh, just sometimes a light exhale. He wrote down one word that would have sounded wry if he could speak. "Cute." But the cute one between the two of them was her, especially now that she seemed so unguarded. Careless. Like there isn't a war between us. Now was probably the worst time to be feeling so close to her--because tomorrow and as long as this war continued they would be enemies. Even as he mentally--and verbally, on paper--swore to protect her if harm should come her way. It wouldn't be easy. But he had confidence they could make it through...right?
He smiled wider at her confusion. Which was an accomplishment, since his expressions varied from flat to smirk. It was a bit of a walk to Maple Hollow, but it was worth it to get away from the Academy. Especially when she squeezed his hand. As they passed the occult shop with its dark façade, Samson heard a ruckus with in and sighed. He pulled Harley into the store that served as his home, the bell above the door ringing as he opened it. Most knew that he lived here with Beatrice, the redheaded woman currently swinging the broom around as she shouted, ”Kiss my ass, you hellfire demon!” Samson looked over at her animosity was targeted, and saw a spider on the wall. Taking the broom from her hand, he thwacked it against the wall and killed the arachnid, handing it back to Beatrice with an amused expression. ”Thank you Sammy, now I know why I keep you—“
[/i] Beatrice stopped then and looked over at the girl Samson had brought in with him. Hopefully she didn’t feel too out-of-place in the dusty shop filled with books and charms and antique furniture courtesy of himself. ”Who’s this little cutiepie, Sammy?”[/i] Beatrice asked with a wolfish grin, extending her hand to Harley. ”My name is Beatrice, owner of both this shop and Samson.”[/i] Said boy rolled his eyes but still loved rather amused, looking over at Harley and waiting for her response. He knew what was going through his adoptive mother’s head, and hoped she kept it to herself. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/justify]
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Post by shiloh on Jul 8, 2011 21:08:18 GMT -5
Harley looked at the boy in wonder. How had she managed to score a friend like him in the past three years? She was quite a bitch when she wanted to be. The red head supposed it might have something to do with the fact that he is nice to look at. She chuckled at the thought. Yes, very nice to look at indeed. Harley was curious as to why he was mute; they never talked about it, and she didn't want to ask. It seemed rude to ask him something so personal. Probably because she didn't want to have to reveal the secret that she had accidently killed her parents. Harley had never told anyone that. She didn't feel the need to start now just because she was getting close to someone. She shifted a little with nevervousness at the thought of her parents.
Harley was sure that Charolette hadn't told Kansas about how they died. She was so fragile, and couldn't handle the idea of her big sister killing them. Even if had been an accident. Harley was sure that her sister would hate her, and Kansas was the only family she had left. Other than the old woman, but she was going to be gone anytime. Harley smiled when Samson snorted at her comment. It was at times like this that she wondered if Samson missed being able to talk. Harley would miss it, but she didn't linger long on the thought. Now it was time for Harley to snort at his 'cute' comment. "Of course it's cute. I came up with it myself,"
[/color] she said with a grin. Samson was fun to tease. When Samson smiled at Harley's confused face, she gave him a sarcastic, and very unattractive face. Though the Fire student was enjoying the walk with him, she was a bit frantic when she heard something chaotic going on in a little shop. She paused when Samson started to go in, but followed him with minor hesitation. Why was he bringing her here? The green eyed girl raised her brow at the scene she was witnessing. An older woman trying to kill a spider. "Oh dear lord, I hope I'm not that crazy when I'm old," Harley thought. Not that she didn't look friendly, but dear lord. Harley almost choked with laughter when she heard the woman call Samson, 'Sammy'. He never let anyone call him that, so it was a bit of a suprise for Harley. "Who's this cutiepie, Sammy?" At those words, Harley could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She hadn't ever been called a cutiepie before, and certainly not by some crazy red head. Harley extended her hand, and shook Beatrice's hand. "It's lovely to meet you Beatrice. I'm Harley, I go to school with Samson,"[/color] she told her. Harley glanced over at Samson with her brow raised. Harley chuckled, and said, "Oh, well. I thought I owned him."[/color] Harley smiled at her, and laughed. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Jul 10, 2011 15:01:58 GMT -5
At Harley’s teasing, Samson pinched her cheek and lifted his eyebrows. Yeah, definitely cute. He wondered just how he would make it through without her on his side. He didn’t know about her sister or family, otherwise it would have given him more reason to keep his damned mouth shut. For Samson, it was easier. He didn’t have family on the other side, and Beatrice always understood his siding with Thunder. He was Thunder, after all. But now he had Harley, or rather, he didn’t have her. Try not to be so bitter, his own thoughts mocked him.
Samson could tell right off the back that Beatrice liked Harley, but she wondered what the girl thought. Probably that this woman was completely bonkers and likely to end up in the loony bin one day. Which may not be far from the truth, actually. But in spite of the eccentricities, Beatrice was an intelligent and kind woman. And Samson loved her like the mother she was, which is why she got off calling him ‘Sammy’ with a simple eyeroll. The Thunder boy even smiled when he noticed the girl’s blush, and the word ‘cute’ came to mind again. ”School friend?” Beatrice asked after the hand shake. ”Hmm…let me try to guess which element you are. Red hair makes me immediately think fire, ya know?” Samson lifted his eyebrows at the older woman, who waved him off. ”Okay, okay, I know I’m Water.” She gave Harley her upmost attention, which was impressive considering how flighty the woman was.
Beatrice lifted an eyebrow as Samson coughed at her comment. He had never heard anyone say that when the woman introduced herself as his ‘owner’. Harley was something else, that was for damn sure. ”I like her,” Beatrice said, turning a bit to Samson. ”Keep her around.” Then, she turned back to the fellow redhead and eyed her closer, saying with a scolding sound, ”Green eyes, not good. Beware the evil eye.” For emphasis, Beatrice gave her the universal ‘I’m watching you’ signal with her fingers, though this was all in good humor. Even she was aware of how batshit she was. ”Give her a talisman, Sammy, on the house.” And the woman disappeared upstairs where the two of them lived.
Walking behind the counter, Samson used the notepad for taking messages from the phone to write, ”I am so sorry you had to meet her. She’s my adoptive mother.” He gestured with his hands then before writing more. ”Welcome to my humble abode. Now about that talisman…? He gave her a sly smirk.
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Post by shiloh on Jul 13, 2011 11:43:17 GMT -5
Harley gave Samson a soft glare when he decided to pinch her cheek. She swatted at his hand playfully, and said, "It's really not necessary to do that."
[/color] Harley thought for a moment about telling Samson why she had gone against her element and him. For Harley, it was more personal than anything. It was Kansas' first year here, and they decided to declare war against anyone who stood against them. That meant Kansas, and Harley was not having that. Maybe another time though, she didn't want to spoil the moment with bringing up the war again. Harley was just enjoying being with Samson. Though at times like this she wished that they were together, not just friends. She could only take what she gave though. The red head was positive that something was off about this woman. In a good way though. Beatrice seemed very nice, and intelligent. "She's good; yes, I am a Fire student,"[/color] Harley told her. The Fire student raised her brows at Samson, then the woman. A Water element? How interesting. Harley wondered how they got along during times like these. Not that it really mattered because Beatrice wasn't in school or anything, and Harley was pretty sure that she could smack Samson if she really wanted when he got out of hand. In truth, Harley was very fasinated with the two's relationship. They seemed very open, and that was something Harley missed with her parents. The red head chuckled at Samson's face, and blushed when Beatrice said she liked her. Well, that was always good. Harley was happy to know she passed the test. Sort of. She did have to face Samson about her little comment. Harley frowned when Beatrice said something about an evil eye, and green eyes. Harley glanced over at Samson, and raised a brow at him. Apparently there was something wrong with green eyes. The Fire student had heard something about that from her grandmother when she had been younger, but Harley never paid much attention to the old woman. "The evil eye? Is that like, bad luck? 'Cause I've had my fair share of bad luck,"[/color] the girl looked at Samson. Harley watched as the woman disappeared, and glanced back at Samson. The girl grinned at Samson when he wrote, "I am so sorry you had to meet her. She's my adoptive mother." Harley shook her head, and said, "No, I like her. She's very...strange, and I like that."[/color] Harley raised her brow at the boy, and narrowed her eyes at him. What was he planning? "What is that look for? Are you planning something in that mind of yours?"[/color] Harley step closer to the counter, and leaned across to look at him closer. Mockinly, Harley gave him the 'I'm watching you' fingers, as Beatrice did to her early. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Jul 13, 2011 13:51:15 GMT -5
Beatrice was simply overenthusiastic at getting the girl’s element right, and Samson shook his head again. Sometimes, he felt like the adult in the relationship. By the expression on Harley’s face, he guessed that she wondered how well a Thunder and Water got along. Well, since he already felt partial to them thanks to his mother, pretty damn well. He couldn’t remember the last time they seriously fought about anything—Samson didn’t think they ever had.
Yes, Harley definitely passed the test in Beatrice’s book. The woman could be quite the mama grizzly, and was unfortunately very perceptive when it came to Samson. Which meant she could probably tell what was going on in his head, and it made him more than uncomfortable. But he simply smiled at Harley—he didn’t think he smiled this much around anyone else—and shook his head at her question, wrote down, ”Don’t listen to her. She’s been telling me the same thing about the malocchio ever since she met me.” She very nearly had a heart attack when she first saw his green eyes after brushing his hair away from them.
Samson blinked. Well, he was at least glad Beatrice didn’t scare her away with her evil eye blather. He smiled at her ‘watching you’ gesture, and wrote, ”Am I really that suspicious?” He turned away for a moment and opened the drawer of a table behind him, pulling out a jewelry box. He opened it and set it on the counter so that she could see the pendant, specifically the scorpion encased in resin. ”I’m sure you don’t want to go around wearing that, even if it’ll protect you from bad luck.” He raised an eyebrow as he pulled out his own from under his shirt. Then, he wrote, ”I could give you something nicer, if you like, but it won’t defend you from the evil eye.”
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Post by shiloh on Jul 17, 2011 20:01:03 GMT -5
Harley was in totally awe of Samson's adoptive mother, and just being able to get a glimpse of his life. She wished she could give him the same, though she was sure he wouldn't want to meet her father. She supposed it didn't matter now, but Harley liked to think that her parents were somewhere looking down on her, and watching over her. It was a nice thought really; Harley decided she would tell her baby sister that when she saw her again. Kansas would like to hear something like that. She was turning out to be more like their grandmother everyday. That was besides the point.
The red head shook her head at Samson, and said, "No, it's fine. She kind of reminds me of my grandmother, just more."
[/color] Harley gave a short laugh. Charolette wasn't into the evil eye, but she believed in bad luck, and that Harley was caring around a lot of bad luck. Yay for Harley. She gave him a half smile, and said to him softly, "I think my parents would've liked you a lot. I know Charolette would just love you. She'd probably say that it was better than half the friends I drag into her house."[/color] It was true. She didn't have the greatest friends, but she was starting to rethink her life. Just a little, not everything. Harley snorted at his question. Did he have to ask? "You are always supicious, you have that look to you,"[/color] she told him with a smirk. He had that look that just screamed, 'I'm trouble, look at me!' Harley watched as he pulled out a pendant, and placed it on the counter. She let her finger run over it, and smiled. "It's very beautiful. Creepy, but beautiful,"[/color] she said softly. She picked it up, and slipped it over her head, and replied, "This is great, though I should really pay for it myself."[/color] She ran a hand through her red hair, and sighed to herself. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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