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Post by shiloh on Oct 3, 2011 14:48:26 GMT -5
Jolene was getting a smug look on her face as she got ready for her first UNoffical date with Samson. It was going to be a good day; Jolene believed it would be better if she had actually seen Harley's face. The blonde straightened the remainder of her hair, and applied eyeliner to her bright, and eager blue eyes. Jolene was very much ready to be Samson's girlfriend, but she knew that it would take awhile for him to get over the pathetic red head. Honestly, Jolene wasn't sure what Samson saw in the girl. She slipped on her skinny jeans, and t-shirt, then pulled on her flats. She quickly grabbed her keys, her phone, and headed to the Academy parking lot. Jolene started her Civic, and made her way to Maple Hollows. She cranked her victory music up, and jammed to it excitedly. Was it conceited of her to think that she deserved the mute boy she had met? Most would say yes, but Jolene said no. She firmly believed that she deserved the best for her, and the blonde believed that the best for her was Samson. There was no way she would give him up, or let him go as easily as Harley had. Jolene laughed an evil laugh as she thought about how upset Harley would be later. Then Jolene stopped, and figured the girl would probably hide somewhere. That'd be a good thing; it'd make things less awkward. Ten minutes later, Jolene pulled into Tim Horton's; the coffee shop she said she'd meet Samson at. She stepped out of her car, and walked in Jolene ordered herself a frappé, then found a booth in the back, and waited for Samson. outfit
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Post by samson on Oct 3, 2011 20:48:58 GMT -5
Samson couldn’t be excited for the outting with Jolene, not with how he felt right then. Excited was the furthest emotion from what he was feeling. More like unhappy, devastated, any other word with negative connotations. The girl he loved had cheated on him, he had every right to feel what he was feeling. Or so he thought. He didn’t ask Harley anything, didn’t question her about the accusations. The text had struck him hard enough that common sense like that had fled him, replaced by anger and hurt and quite a few things he’d never felt before. He honestly believed he’d loved Harley—and he still did. But the feelnigs weren’t returned, and he was in the process of dealing with that.
He decided he should walk to Timmies. He didn’t have a choice, after all. No car and now no girlfriend. Life fucking sucked, and that’s what he focused on as he walked down with his hands in his pockets. It was a long walk, but his tormented mind kept him busy. He tried not to think of Harley, though, tried not to think of her smile, those lips, and the way she always seemed to know the right thing to say to him. Just walk. Boys don’t cry, Samson didn’t cry. He didn’t really show emotion, even though he felt it. A lot of it. And it scared him.
Walking into the coffee shop, he didn’t pull his usual trolling antics with pointing at the menu and confusing the poor clerk. He just ordered a black coffee, and looked around to see if Jolene was there. She was, looking pretty, but not pretty like Harley. Because that girl was beautiful. He slid in across from the girl, took out his phone and texted his greeting. ”How are you doing?” He sipped at the coffee, looking out the window. It gave the air of disinterest, but he really was focused on her. Half-way, at least. The other half was still on the redhead he left at the lake. The redhead who betrayed him. Yep, life sucked balls.
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Post by shiloh on Oct 5, 2011 18:27:42 GMT -5
Obviously Jolene didn't expect Samson to be thrilled to see her. She knew it would all take time, and she was very much willing to wait for him. She twirled her hair like a typical blonde, and let Samson's face absorb her mind. Jolene didn't believe she had a problem, she just liked Samson a lot. Others thought Jolene had a severe problem, and should be looked at. Jolene scoffed at the thought of being doped up on medication, and sitting in a padded room just because she was in love with someone. The blonde took a sip of her frappé when she saw Samson walk in.
Jolene gave him a bright smile, but realized she might come off too happy. She toned it down a bit, and watched as he ordered his coffee. She was disappointed to see him not mess with people like he usually did. Jolene realized how hard he was seriously taking the news. Well, it won't be for long. He'll have a girl that'll treat him right, and love him unconditionally. Even if he didn't know it yet. Her blue eyes followed as he sat down across from her, and she gave him a weak smile. Clearly his thoughts were still on the whore of a redhead.
She read his phone, and said, "Oh, I'm fine. But I'm concerned about you Samson.
[/color]" Jolene watched as his head turned to look out the window. The ugly head of jealousy snaked up as Jolene turned to look the opposite way. She needed to get a grip on things if she wanted this plan to work like she had planned. Jolene composed herself quickly, then turned back with a smile on her face. She reached for Samson's hand, and gave it a slight squeeze. " I'm here for you Sammy,[/color]" Jolene told him quietly. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Oct 5, 2011 20:30:27 GMT -5
Samson by now was hoping that maybe Jolene could take his mind off things. In his experience, she was a nice girl, better than some he’d associated with in the past. And she’d never given any reason for him to dislike her. And because of the fact he really didn’t have too many friends—thanks, muteness—he was pretty damn loyal to them. Is that why Harley’s betrayal hurt so much? That was definitely a part of it. Even if he didn’t count the fact that he was in love with her, there was also the fact that he trusted her and relied on her, even if he didn’t show it. Maybe I should have? After all, since a lot of his relationships went bad, he had to figure it was his fault. Or maybe he just knew how to choose them.
Jolene spoke to him sympathetically, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk. He didn’t know which stage of grief he was at, but it was somewhere around anger and whatever this stupid feeling in his gut was. ”I’ll be fine,” the boy reassured over text. No, he didn’t think he would be right now. But why get his friends mixed up in his problems? Well actually, she had been the one to break the news to him. ”Really, thanks for that. I wish I’d gotten news of it sooner.” It wouldn’t have saved him the heartbreak, but it definitely would save him from feeling like a fool, thinking Harley was still in love with him. More than anything, he knew he was idiotic. He gave his heart over too easily, he guessed, and there were old wounds he had yet to stitch up and learn from.
He rolled his eyes when she called him ‘Sammy’, the destable nickname only Beatrice was allowed to use—and of course, he would have allowed his girlfriend. Would have. ”You know how I don’t like that,” he texted, but the smile—small and one that could be confused with a smirk—spoke of genuine appreciation for her support. ”Guess I do need my friends, huh.” He wasn’t going to get all sentimental and gushy, because the Thunder student didn’t do that, but he honestly did like have a close-knit circle of friends when things went bad for him. When relationships went through, like with Harley. ”I need something to keep my mind off it. Got any ideas?” He didn’t know what it could be, but he needed to get out of this mood and now.
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Post by shiloh on Oct 5, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -5
If Jolene prided herself in one thing, it was the way she looked. She didn't get her body and good looks from lounging around, and sniffling over a bad romance movie eating Ben & Jerry's. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, and gave Samson a smuldering look with her blue eyes. Jolene couldn't help but look at him like that; he was so sexy. He was like no other man she had met. Jolene had to focus at the task on hand though. She had to get Samson's mind off the redheaded bitch. It was like the couple had been obessed with each other. Jolene had to have that go. Samson would be hers, she was counting on it.
Jolene was happy to see him say he would be fine. Clearly he wouldn't, which is exactly what Jolene wanted. She needed him to be unhappy first to be able to get where she wanted. If he went straight from a relationship to another he would compare the two girls. Jolene wouldn't be having that one bit. She refused to be compared to her Fire counterpart. Though she was a bit unsure how Samson would feel with another Fire girl, but honestly Jolene disowned the savage people. The blonde nodded with sympathy for the boy. "I know it's difficult to get over someone like Harley. She is a fabulous actress,
[/color]" Jolene said quietly. She figured if he got pissed enough, he'd hook up with her to spite the other Fire girl, then bam! They'd be a couple soon afterwards. It was a fabulous plan really. When Samson smiled, Jolene had to catch her breath. Well, it was more of a smirk, but who was paying attention? Jolene gave him a grin, and said, " That's why I do it, Sammy.[/color]" What better way to get his mind off a whore? Call him a nickname he despised. Jolene gave Samson a small, but flirtatious smile. The blonde noddes in agreement, and said, " Of course! It's why friends are made.[/color]" Jolene took a small sip of her frappé before leaning back against the booth. What could they do? " Hmm. We could go get drunk, then drunkenly get a tattoo of each others faces,[/color]" the girl said with laughter in her voice, and a large grin on her face. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Oct 6, 2011 16:09:14 GMT -5
Even though he’d just broken up with the girl for cheating on him, the slander against Harley twisted his gut. He had to get over that. She was an actress, she had pretended to love him when she really didn’t. It wasn’t like the girl was lying. But once you have such intense feelnigs for someone, it was hard to just forget about them. No, it was pretty much impossible. But he needed to. For his own health so that he didn’t drive himself mad, he needed to get the girl out of his mind. He didn’t know how, but eventually he would forget about Harley and her hands and her smile and her eyes and the way she could read him better than anyone he knew… Yeah, he could forget that right?
Jolene was making it better, at least. She really was a nice girl. Especially for a Fire student. Yes, you really know how to choose them. Why Fire chicks? They might have been the worse lot to pick from. Harley wasn’t, he automatically defended, but she was. She was. And so he focused his mind on the girl and her relentless teasing. ”I might have ot do something about it,” he texted out, dry tone conveyed through his owrd choice. You figured out how to do that sort of thing over time, and he’d had a lot of time. Just joke it off. All he had to do was make pretend and everything would be better.
Samson snorted, actually snorted, so soon after finding out that Harley had deceived him. And then he wrote out, ”I wouldn’t mind getting drunk at all. Maybe without the tattoos though. Wouldn’t want to tarnish my skin.” He rolled his eyes. It was long-winded, an attempt to actually move on. Getting drunk with Jolene? Why the fuck not? Well, you really do need sleep, the more rational part of his mind told him, the one that apparently didn’t comprehend his grief. Curiously, he asked Jolene, ”Did you have anything planned before meeting up with me?”
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Post by shiloh on Oct 7, 2011 21:29:04 GMT -5
Jolene was far from unintelligent; she knew what she was doing when it came to breaking two people up. If she planted the correct seed of deception, she'd be golden. Well, the seed had been planted, all she had to do was get Samson to see that she was better than his counterpart. Jolene was sure that she'd have some issues at first, but with the second part of her plan should take care of that pretty quickly. Jolene grinned at the Thunder boy; she really couldn't believe her plan had work thus far. She supposed she learned it from the best. According to her mother, that was how she had gotten Jolene's father. Jolene had always admired her mother for that. Too bad she was away in that special house that Howard-her father-sent Jolene's mother. The blonde was disappointed when she had heard that Dolly had been sent away.
The blonde smiled at Samson, and leaned forward. "Bring it,
[/color]" she whispered. Step two is starting. Obviously Jolene wasn't expecting anything major because of the fact that Samson and Harley had just broke up. It was like baby steps with this kid. She sighed, and took another sip of her coffee, though honestly you couldn't count a frappe as coffee, but whatever. Most people said that a frappe was a drink for girly girls. It was whatever though; Jolene looked around Horton's, and realized that there was almost no one in there with them. Good. Now no one could run and tell Harley about this little conversation. It was nice to see Samson somewhat chuckling. Well, snorting anyways, but it was a reaction. " Fine, fine. We shall drink, minus the tattoos. Though I really think that my face would look fab on you,[/color]" she said with laughter in her voice. It was one of those things that could make you laugh no matter what. Did she have anything planned? Yes, she had been planning this whole thing from the time she woke up. Was she going to tell Samson that? Hell to the no. Jolene shook her head as she took the final sip of her frappe. " Nope, I was just unpacking,[/color]" she told him quietly. Honest to God, Jolene hated lying to the boy, but it was all nesscary to save him from heartache, and to help him find the TRUE love of his life. Her. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Oct 8, 2011 14:21:16 GMT -5
Bring it? Samson started to lean in, and then stopped. What the fuck was he doing? Was he seriously considering flirting with Jolene just after breaking up with Harley? Maybe. Maybe he just needed the distraction, to move on. And would that make Jolene his rebound? Well, he didn’t want to think too hard on it. He didn’t want to think too hard at all. That’s when the pain came full force, when everything bubbled to the surface. Sam wanted the numbness—Jolene would be that numbness. She’d make him forget. Oh, but she could never be Harley .There wasn’t another Harley. That’s supposed to be a good thing. His stomach clenched, and he simply thumbed at his coffee, running a finger along the rim of the lid.
Samson took his finger away from the coffee and texted, ”I am completely serious.” He was texting with a smile, but he meant it. He wasn’t a partier usually, no, but tonight he wanted to go to a house with strangers he didn’t know with Jolene and just…forget. ”Then we’ll see how the night goes.” He shouldn’t have been doing this. He shouldn’t have been flirting, or even giving those tiny smiles in signature Samson fashion. He should have been eating Ben and Jerry’s and watching Lifetime. Or something that people did after breaking up. What did he usually do? Lock himself in his room and watch horror flicks.
Why is even unpacking reminding him of his girlfriend? His ex-girlfriend. Jesus, I need to get my shit together. Really, if he kept going like this he’d just turn into a puddle of depression. And Samson didn’t get depressed. Sure, he gave off all appearances of quietnesss—how could he give any other impression?—but that didn’t mean he was sad all the time. Far from it. Especially when he was with—Stop it. ”I could help, if you have anthing left.” No, don’t help her, you’re supposed to suffer. But the part of his mind that wanted this numbness overtook him and texted out the words he was showing to Jolene. He could do this. It wouldn’t be hard if he just fucking forgot.
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Post by shiloh on Oct 14, 2011 18:15:27 GMT -5
You only got one life, so why waste it? Jolene sure as hell wasn't going to waste her life wondering what would've happened if she hadn't gone after the Thunder boy across from her. Jolene's eyes widened slightly when Samson had started to lean forward. She hadn't been expecting THAT. She slumped back into the booth, and pondered what it would've been like. Would it have been magical like she dreamt? Oh, how Jolene hoped so. It was like Samson was always on her mind, and he wouldn't leave it. Obviously Jolene didn't mind it, in fact she encouraged thoughts of Samson.
Jolene read his message, and grinned. So was she. Jolene nodded, and said, "So am I. I haven't partied all summer.
[/color]" It was true; she had gone off to Spain with her father over the summer for recreational reasons. Plus, Spainish guys were sexy with those accents they had. Obviously they weren't as sexy as Samson. Jolene shrugged, and pulled out her phone to text Jayson, and see where the lastest party was. In a matter of seconds he replied with, " None tonight, but we can have our own party. (;" Jolene rolled her eyes, and snapped her phone shut. Looks like she was buying the liquor tonight. She grabbed her wallet, and counted the cash her dad had given her before she had left. Jolene had $100 dollars to burn. She flicked her blue eyes towards Samson, and grinned. " I have a 100 bucks to blow on booze. If you're up for it, of course,[/color]" Jolene smirked at him, and held the money up for him to see. This night would end perfect for Jolene. She didn't even have a pang of guilt or sadness for Harley. Some people would probavly call her a cold hearted person for that. Jolene could care less. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Oct 14, 2011 20:06:47 GMT -5
Had he partied lately? No, he couldn’t say. He wasn’t the partying type, after all. Sure, he’d go with his friends but he wasn’t a crazy partier or anything. Samson wasn’t the social type at all, and for apparent reasons. Not like he could really impress a crowd or flirt with girls with his disability. Well, he didn’t need to flirt with girls. He had Harley, somehow landed the girl who’d once been his other half, and now… And now. Nothing. That was all he could think.
He waited while Jolene texted someone, pressing random buttons on his own phone. A…1….r…2… Distractions, distractions. If he stopped focusing his mind on the blond across from him, another girl would come floating back into his head and would destroy him completely. He lifted his eyes when he saw that she was checking her wallet. Erasing the previous random numbers and letters from the screen, he typed in, ”What’s up?” He wondered if this was how Harley had been feeling when he’d been texting Jolene. Actually, it must have been worse, having your boyfriend ignore you. Maybe I should have confronted her. No. She was the wrong one here. Besides, Samson wasn’t good with confrontation. He couldn’t express his anger through his voice, couldn’t yell or beg or plead with Harley. He was good at simply…walking away. Which is what he did.
Samson lifted his eyebrows, shock apparent in his green irises. ”A hundred bucks?” Well, it wasn’t like Beatrice paid him more than that, but it was still quite a lot of money to blow on partying. Or maybe that was just him. He wasn’t the kind to go wilding out every night. His money went towar antiques, food, dates with Har—Stop right there, dumbass. He really needed to get better control. Or lose control. ”When we finish up here, we can go out then.” Sam’s lips once more twitched up into a smile. Unfortunately, drinking never put him into the best mindset. But he needed something. His gaze stayed on Jolene. Something.
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Post by shiloh on Oct 25, 2011 19:59:26 GMT -5
Jolene nodded as she texted with her source. Of course there was no party tonight, the one time she really needed a party, and there wasn't one. Typical. That was just the kind of luck she seemed to secure anymore. Jolene puffed out her bangs, and looked over to Samson. Jolene just really needed some way to get his mind off of Harley, and the only way she could truly do that is if he were drunk. She'd feel awful for taking advantage of him, but in the end it would be very much worth it. She supposed it helped that she really wanted to get drunk as much as she wanted to be with Samson. That was the bad thing about liking to party. It could cause some serious addictions, and Jolene was one of those girls. She got too much booze, she'd hook up with anything that was moving. Luckly that something was Samson. Hopefully Harley would hear about it soon that way she could see the girl cry in the dorms later. Jolene smirked to herself at the thought of it.
The blonde nodded at Samson, and said, "Yes, a hundred bucks. Obviously it won't all go to booze, but we can buy some with it.
[/color]" She flicked her blue eyes over at him for a moment before stuffing the wallet back into her purse. " Would Beatrice let us hang out in your room?[/color]" Jolene asked him quickly. Jolene had heard that the old bat had taken a liking to Harley, so Jolene figured if she could get in good with his legal guardian, then she'd be as good as in. Right? It was a long shot, but hey, she'd take what she could get. If that meant groveling to some old woman for Samson to like her, than so be it. Jolene began to move out of the booth, and held her hand out to Samson. " Shall we, my dear?[/color]" She gave him a small, but seductive smirk. This should be a really good night. Honestly, Jolene couldn't wait to see Harley's face though. She was going to rub it in that girl's face as much as possible. Jolene was going to make sure that Harley knew who had taken her man, and had managed to ruin their relationship. [Sorry it's so late.] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Oct 27, 2011 17:12:18 GMT -5
Samson lifted his eyebrows, but then shook his head with a smile. What was he doing, really? He should be wearing black and mourning his lost relationship. But he didn’t do it that way, it seemed. Even when he was betrayed. ”She’ll be cool with it,” he assured Jolene through text. Beatrice was equivocal to the cool mom stereotype. Only a little bit more…off. How will she react to the that Harley cheated on him? Would he tell her? He usually waited to inform her of these things in his life, but she had Spider-Man sense when it came to him. Surely he would tell that something happened between he and Harley. Or rather, nothing happened since he didn’t say anything about it. I’m going to have to break up with her, aren’t I? He didn’t know if he had the balls to do that. He didn’t know how he could face the girl and not feel the things he knew he shouldn’t be feeling.
He stood, and only hesitated a moment before taking Jolene’s hand. You’re a whore, Sam, a dispproving voice in his head mocked. But he ignored that voice, like he ignored everything else except Jolene. She was going to make this right, she had to. And that’s what spurred him into taking her to his house. When he entered through the door of the shop, the tinkling of a bell sounding his announcement, he saw Beatrice seated at the counter with her flat iron, trying to straighten her frizzy hair as usual. She cast a glance over to the two, legs propped up on the counter, before taking a double take when she saw Jolene. ”Oh, and who are you, young missy?” she asked cheerfully, before remembering that a phone was cradled between her shoulder and her ear. ”No, not you!” she said into the receiver. She hung up and stood, briskly walking over to Jolene and taking the girl’s hand in both of hers. ”I’m Beatrice, and if you don’t know, I am Sammy’s master.” She cast him her usual mischevious smile, and he responded with his deadpan stare. Dear lord, she could be overbearing.
[no worries. <33]
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Post by shiloh on Oct 30, 2011 19:20:27 GMT -5
A small, and victorious smile spread over Jolene's lips. She was pretty sure that if she got parental approval, she'd have Samson in the bag. It would definatly be an easy task to charm Samson and his little adoptive mother. She had managed to charm him thus far, so how hard would it really be to charm a crazy old woman? Not very hard at all, Jolene thought to herself. Jolene wasn't too sure what made her want Samson so badly, but she knew as soon as she had seen him that he had to be hers. It had taken her a few weeks to actually develope this plan, and she had been hesitant to do anything about it. She was going to just let Samson slip through her fingers, but she had told her mother about it. Dolly was a crazy old lady, and had told Jolene that she better not give up getting this boy. That was when Dolly had told her the story of how she had gotten Jolene's father. Now look at Dolly, in a nuthouse by the one man she had fought so hard to get. It was quite tragic really. Jolene pushed the thought of her father's betrayal out of mind, and focused on Samson.
Some people, like her father, would call this an unhealthy obession. He'd probably send Jolene away like he did to her mother. Well, Jolene couldn't have that, could she? Then what would happen to Samson? He'd go back to that whore, Harley. No, Jolene couldn't have any of that. Jolene had no idea what she was getting into when Samson took her to his home. Honestly, she had expected some crazy shit, but really? This? Harley actually liked this kind of thing. Oh, no. This would not do for Jolene. This old hag would have to go one way or another. If that meant her having an 'accident' then so be it. Jolene could already see this woman getting in her way. But, for apperances Jolene gave the old woman a bright smile. "I'm Jolene, ma'am,
[/color]" the blonde said. For a moment, Jolene gave a disgusted look at the woman's statement, but she quickly regained her posture. " I've heard so much about you! Sammy must be happy to have such a lady like you as his adoptive mother,[/color]" Jolene said polietly. Honestly, Jolene already didn't like this woman. It seemed she had too much hold on Samson, and that would not do at all. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Oct 31, 2011 19:01:13 GMT -5
Samson realized that his ‘mother’ could be quite strange, but he didn’t realize that Jolene may have ulterior motives with what to do to her. If he liked a person, he chose to see the best in them. And he liked Jolene, he considered her a pretty decent friend. It was one of his trappings when he was in a relationship. He gave his heart over a little too easily—call it naïve, but he chose to believe in love. Of course, he would never admit this to anyone. He was not supposed to be softhearted, and he really wasn’t. He didn’t write girls poems, or sing to him because…well, he couldn’t do the latter. He chose to show his love in his own way. And he wondered if he just wasn’t good enough. Harley cheated on him, after all, so it had to be something about him. It wasn’t just one girl, it was all the girls. And he just lost the one he felt mattered most.
Luckily, the redheaded psycho managed to wrench him from his thoughts as she said with an air of great dramatics, ”It’s a pleasure, dear Jolene. Jolene, Jolene Jolene…” And Beatrice started off singing as Samson simply stared at her with the deadpan he usually used for her. When Jolene started again, however, Beatrice raised her eyebrow and ducked her head a bit. Samson recognized it as one of sly looks. But he didn’t know for what. ”Oh, he’s just happy all the time. Look at that winning smile.” She tilted her head and he kept his face straight even still, blinking at Beatrice as she laughed. ”So could I interest you in something, Jolene, Jolene?” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the stairs, and Beatrice waved him away, picking up the phone and continuing her conversation. Samson turned to the girl and winked, leading the way up to his room. The hallway was dark and led off to the bathroom and Beatrice’s room, all packed tightly together. It was not too much, and everything from his dresser to his bed to the entertainment center was antique. On the night stand, he had a few souvenirs from Newfoundland and a picture of his parents. He went to turn on the lamp which cast an eerie red glow and made the place feel rather creepy. The entire shop was meant to be creepy, actually. ”So what do you want to do?” he texted out for Jolene to see, letting her take the lead.
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Post by shiloh on Nov 4, 2011 22:08:25 GMT -5
Jolene took note that the woman was a tad bit on the crazy side, but left it at that. She had to keep up with appearnces with Samson, and if that meant pretending to like a crazy old woman, then so be it. Jolene tried to hold off a glare as the woman started to sing the song 'Jolene'. The blonde hated that song, and felt like it gave her a bad name. Ironically, Jolene's mother loved that song, and that's why she was named Jolene. Apparently, Jolene was immune to sarcasm because when Beatrice used it all Jolene did was give her a blank stare. Jolene couldn't help it that she was raised in such a house were sarcasm wasn't apart of her life. Her father was a strict man, and didn't have time for such things. Maybe later in life Jolene could understand the appeal of it, but for now she just gave a blank stare.
The blonde was thankful when they headed up towards Samson's room. She didn't know how much she would be able to take with Beatrice. Really, Jolene wasn't one for all that strange stuff, but she would deal with it for now. Jolene flipped her hair out of her face, and held in a sigh of frustration. She was unsure if she wanted to make her move now or later. If she did it now she might ruin her chance, but it she waited Samson could change his mind, and go discuss things with Harley. Jolene had to make her move now, and hope everything went okay. She tossed her purse to the floor, and went to sit on his bed, and motioned for him to come sit next to her. For a moment, Jolene took in the room, and noticed the creepy feel to it.
She was curious if Samson was as creepy as his guardian. Jolene did notice a picture of two people, and that Samson had similar features to them. Jolene assumed those were his parents, but didn't press for information. Jolene let her blue eyes roam over Samson before speaking. "You know Samson, I didn't want to tell you while you and..um a certain person were together, but I think you are really adorable,
[/color]" Jolene gave him the dreamy bedroom blue eyes look, and hoped it would work. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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