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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 1, 2012 20:25:31 GMT -5
Thunders weren't exactly the closest of the elemental groups. They weren't the type to get into fights often, not really, but Skye sometimes thought that this was because they didn't even all know one another well enough to have reasons to fight. There were Thunders she wasn't too fond of, of course there were, and there were plenty of Thunders she didn't even really know, apart from maybe a face or name. She was at least friends with a decent amount of them, though, and that was good enough for Skye. It was important to have a certain degree of unity throughout the element, after all, if only because they'd be the people certain to come to the others' defenses should war or something like that break out. Luckily... there was no war, at least none that the Thunders were involved with. She was kind of glad of that. Wars were pretty exhausting.
This didn't mean that there was any shortage of drama, though. Among other things, there was another Fire traitor... This time it was Lark. The thought was kind of awful in a way. Lark's turning traitor meant one less friend, and Skye... Skye didn't even really make many close friends to begin with. Granted, she and Lark had never been that close, but damn if it still didn't suck. She hadn't spoken to Lark in... weeks, months? Apparently she had lost track of time. The problem was, though, that she'd even known it was going to happen, or at least had a pretty good suspicion, because she and Lark had discussed it earlier. Skye had said at the time that she understood, and this... hadn't actually changed, she supposed. Things were pretty different now, though -- a number of other things had changed, and that much sucked a lot. She'd lost friends before, because that kind of shit just happened in life when she knew more or less the same people for seven years or so, but somehow this was different.
She decided, at some point through all of this, that she should probably see how the friends she did still talk to were doing. She also figured that if it sucked for her, then it had to suck for those who'd been closer to Lark -- she didn't know why Samson was the first to come to mind. Skye considered calling him, realized why that was an utterly stupid thing to consider, and then was ready to send him a quick text when she received one from him instead. "The mall today," she read aloud, frowning. Well... okay. She knew that the mall wasn't too far from where Samson lived actually, so that was legitimate enough. She texted back quickly to confirm a time, and so it was that at around two in the afternoon, she found herself hovering outside the main entrance to the mall... waiting. Ah, well. She was still a bit early, anyway.
(sorry it kind of sucks, lol. x__x;; and uh. i hope the last paragraph makes sense, but my brain is kind of flopping around.)
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Post by samson on May 3, 2012 17:02:11 GMT -5
 Samson liked to say that he led a relaxed life, but such was not true. Not when Beatrice was around. However, he was generally used to her behavior and the shit she dragged him into. It came from living with her for so many years, getting to know her as a person. But sometimes, things liked to shift. Change. At least he wasn’t the high=strung type of person that flipped whenever something went awry in his life, but it was a cause for some distress nontheless. Behind a calm, emotionless exterior was Samson in all his hidden, freaking-out glory. Right now, though, he mostly tried to focus on the cold weather and how much he disliked it. Safe, neutral ground. No cause for worry or alarm. Like hanging out with Skye. That was always nice for him, easy.
He didn’t spend too much time in the mall, but he didn’t actually have anything against it, which was why he suggested it thanks to his pedestrian lifestyle. Just not his hang out of choice, really. He enjoyed other places, queiter places, but he wasn’t a complete hermit. As a matter of fact, that would turn him off quite a bit. It’d mean he wouldn’t be able to talk to the friends he had. He wouldn’t be able to give up Harley for some peace and quiet up in the mountains with a beard and all that lovely stuff. Samson quickly got ready, not needed much time in the first place. He sometimes pitied women and all the things they needed to do when they got ready. He really just needed to throw on his jacket, and be done with it. Really, such a lovely thing when one thought about it. Luckily, Beatrice was preoccupied elsewhere and didn’t assault him. Samson liked the feeling of power when he didn’t tell her where he was going. He was almost an adult, after all.
It was a short walk, thankfully, what with the cold weather and all. The mall was heated pleasantly, and he found his friend easily enough. He lifted a hand in greeting, wondering how long she had been waiting, wondering if she’d say anything about it. Sam was very punctual, but that didn’t mean that people couldn’t be early. ”Did you hear the news?” was the first thing he typed out on his handy-dandy phone. Skye was one of his closest friends, which was saying something. Reclusive as he was, he didn’t have many friends. Close ones especially. He used to count Lark among those people, but she was someone he’d recently lost. Now it was pretty much Skye. And Rowena, though they weren’t the closest of people. Maybe Thunders were just that way. ”Lark defected.” He knew of their friendship, it happened when you shared a circle of friends. Which meant she most likely knew about the betrayal. He looked at her for a response, shrugging a little deeper into his hoodie.
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 6, 2012 0:36:19 GMT -5
She looked over when she saw someone approaching out of the corner of her eye, and was glad to find that it was Samson. He was a bit early too, she figured, though not so much as she was -- she hadn't been waiting too long at all, at least. "Hey, Samson," she greeted first, considering he wasn't about to do so himself, but then waited as he immediately started typing something out. This was something she'd gotten used to after a bit of time. The text didn't take a particularly long time to type out, but it was a bit long for him to simply say "hey", too. She wondered what the hell he was saying, but she found out soon enough. She'd been right in thinking she should see how Samson was holding up with the recent betrayal. What a horrible word betrayal was, to be honest.
"Yeah... yeah, I did," she answered first, not sure what else to add to this. Skye's own feelings on the alliances were kind of complicated, because in part she understood why they existed -- because so many kids with such different personalities couldn't possibly all get along, and being elementals gave them power. This tended to inflate their egos and make them believe that they were more invincible than they could ever be in reality. She was pretty sure this was how the rivalries had come to be between the elements, and after that it was just a fact of life for everyone else. Skye wouldn't call herself the most loyal of all people ot her element, but she wasn't the type to switch sides. She wondered if, had her alliance members known all that she did -- being friends with Josh and Teddy, for instance -- this would be very different.
She hesitated a moment, then added, "Weird how they always leave this side, eh? Never the other way. " It was true -- to the best of her knowledge, there were no recent (recent meaning in the time she'd been at the Academy, which was going on seven years, so this was quite a while) transcretions on the Water and Earth side. There were probably a good number of reasosn for this, though. She could think of a few just off the top of her head. "You and Lark were pretty close." She said it kind of randomly, and not as a question either -- she was almost certain that it was true. She didn't know any specifics, only the very basics of what their friendship had been like -- though a mutual friend, Skye wasn't really the type that needed to go prying into other people's reltaionships with one another -- but it was pretty obvious, so she thought. He wouldn't have mentioned it straight away if this weren't true, too, she figured.
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Post by samson on May 6, 2012 5:16:55 GMT -5
] Samson wondered about the alliances sometimes. He wouldn’t have done so before falling in love with Harley, but now his girlfriend was on the other side and it caused complications. He was loyal to his element, to people like Skye and Rowena, his friends in Thunder. It was what he was accustomed to, his entire high school career he’d been part of that clique and couldn’t imagine himself being elsewhere. But Harley had shaken it all up, made him fear, made him feel things he sometimes wished he didn’t. Made him doubt. But he knew that all he had to do was make it through high school…and then college. Of course he was planning on college, he had high hopes. He wanted to be a powerful Thunder elemental, he wanted to do right by his deceased father. Would the man have approved of he and Harley’s relationship. The man had married a Water, he should think so. And now there was Lark, one of his rare close friends just…gone. Like a gaping hole that he couldn’t fix up.
He didn’t know what to make of Skye’s reaction, really, didn’t know how she felt. Another thing he knew about their element was the fact that they weren’t very open people. They were scattered, strewn. He didn’t mind. It’s what he knew best. And why did Lark mind her alliance, what she had been a part of for years? Why now? He remembered Dale being brought up, and the thought of him pissed him off. He could hold a grudge for far too long, years as he’s proven. He snorted, one hand in his pocket as he walked, the other typing out nimbly the words he wanted his friend to see. ”So you’ve noticed too? Our alliance doesn’t seem able to keep people around.” He knew of Dale, and Harley, and Lark now, but were there others? Would he really be surprised if there were? He couldn’t think of any Earth or Water traitors off the top of his head. Maybe they’re afraid we’d eat them if they came over. Even though the thought was humorous, there was legitimacy behind it.
Samson nodded his head, knowing that he didn’t need to explain much further. Yeah, close friend. They’d known each other for a while, grew as close as two people like them could. Sammy didn’t attract people, he wasn’t a social butterfly. But the few he had were the ones he paid extra attention to. And how could he pay attention to Lark when she was in another dorm, another world? Samson felt as if he was getting used to people leaving him. Isn’t that what people had to learn as they grew up? Nothing gold stays, Ponyboy? ”Kind of getting tired of it,” he typed out, even though Skye wouldn’t be able to hear the exhaustion, the fatigue--it was there. ”Everything’s been pretty fucked up lately. How’ve you been?” He remembered to ask that question. And he meant it in general, not only with the Lark situation. He had to keep tabs on his friends, else who knew, he might lose another. Pessimism, one, Hope, zero. He really wished the world would stop shifting and moving around him. ”Anywhere you want to go?” he had stores in mind, which is what brought him here. Aside from the escape of Beatrice.
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 7, 2012 16:59:54 GMT -5
She fell into step beside him, mostly following but also kind of just walking, neither following nor leading -- that kind of implied that they had some kind of destination. She was pretty sure they didn't. If anything, it was probably just best to get walking around so that she didn't feel quite so restless. She was pretty sure it had less to do with actually wanting to walk, and more to do with the subject of their conversation making her antsy. Skye was kind of iffy when it came to being loyal, anyway. It was probably part of being a Thunder, that detachment and inability to really look out for others besides themselves. They weren't the elementals who started gearing up for war whenever one of their kind was personally wronged, after all -- that was for the Fires. Even the Earths, for all they refused to fight most of the time, were damn better at being loyal. Skye was pretty sure the Thunders were the worst of the bunch, except for maybe the Winds, but nobody expected the Winds to be held to any standard of loyalty to either side of the alliance.
It didn't make sense to Skye, then, that most of the traitors were Fires. Well... maybe it did. Maybe there was just something she was missing. Skye didn't know. She wondered if, at this point, she even cared. Then she also wondered if she should. She had a year left to go at the Academy, a year that was optional, no less, and she was probably going to stick it out because it would be a waste and utterly stupid not to see it through now that she was so far into her studies, but this was the thing. She could leave any time she wanted, and maybe it wasn't worth the betrayal and the intense hatred between everyone all the time. That kind of thing was exhausting. What she and Samson both agreed on, though, was definitely true in Skye's mind. Their side, the Thunders and Fires, had some of the most devoted loyalists to any element. "Wonder what we're doing wrong," she said with dry sarcasm, but she didn't smile. It would have probably been funnier if this weren't in light of Lark's switch. Lark and, less recently, Harley and Josh. Josh, she thought, had been too close a friend to really give up, and evidently this had been the case for Lark too. Skye wouldn't defect, though, and at this point this made all the difference in the world.
"You and I both," she said, nodding her agreement, though his eyes were on his phone still and she wasn't sure he noticed. That was okay. She was sure that the feelings carried through in her tone itself, because it was true, everything she'd said and thought about all over again the past few weeks, what with Lark's switch. It had been seven long years, and she had an eighth to look forward to -- and though Skye loved the Academy, sometimes it did feel like more trouble than it was worth. "Everything's always fucked up, it just takes something like this happening to remind us," she said, though it felt cynical beyond belief to say so. She wasn't exactly the most optimistic person, though, and she was pretty sure that Samson knew that at this point. There was never a shortage of negativity within the Thunders' ranks. "I've been okay, though. Just school, I guess. The usual, apart from this whole mess with the alliances. How are you?" She hoped that Samon was doing alright -- she kind of felt, also, that she should have really checked up on him earlier. "Nowhere in particular. I'm starving, though, we should grab food later. Did you want to go anywhere?"
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Post by samson on May 7, 2012 19:43:32 GMT -5
He smirked at Skye's comment, expressions always minimal. It was quite the wound to alliance pride, wasn't it? Everyone just deciding that the enemy was better and that they're previous alliance was...what? Insignificant? Samson really didn't understand and he didn't want to understand. "Think we need to be more affectionate?" he typed with a smirk. He and Skye got along just fine, and he didn't think she had any desire to switch sides. At least, he hoped not. It felt like his trust was being crushed beneath the weight of Lark's betrayal and he hated that. He didn't want to be suspicious of everyone around him. Skye was in college, had a year to go, why would he switch sides now? For Lark, maybe. It was so close to tempting, but nowhere near enough what he needed to separate himself from his family.
Samson welcomed his friend's cynicism, wrapped himself in it like an old familiar blanket. It was pretty bleak, and as much as he tried not to let stuff get to him, it did sometimes. "A fresh new batch of shit on top of the shit we already had," he agreed in his own sarcastic way. And this is why they got along. He didn't need the other alliance, he had people like Skye. Thunders weren't the tightest knit group, but he found that he got along with them easily. They were a pretty chill group, unlike the Fires. Maybe it was different in that element, he wouldn't really know, he'd never been in their dorms. It was nice to hear that Skye was doing well. Great, actually. Maybe the world wasn't so sucky and they could have a bright side. Of course, Skye never showed weakness. Not to him, at least. She was a freaking wall or something. He hadn't ever seen her become overemotional, even angry.
He simply nodded and smiled a bit to show that he was pleased with this information, which he was sure the girl was used to from him. Sammy just couldn't get his words out. "I'd like to say the usual, but you know who I live with." He guessed it was a good thing, the fact that Beatrice kept him on his toes. She also hampered his schoolwork a lot, but he was used to cramming by now. Also unusual was his and Harley's relationship with the alliances, but he couldn't tell Skye that. It doesn't make me a traitor. He wasn't going to switch sides, he had no desire to. He just wished that his girlfriend hadn't. "Yeah. Just don't judge me." It was obvious what he meant when he entered a make-up store. "I'd like to say it isn't for me, but...I don't even know." he typed out before looking at some foundation, holding up to her in question. The hell is this crap and should I get it?
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 8, 2012 23:31:40 GMT -5
Thunders were far from affectionate. She kind of knew this as a basic fact, just one of those things. It wasn't in their natures, she had realized a long time ago, and it pretty much took a Thunder to really know one. Other people knew what they were like, on a day-to-day basis, even, but for the most part they saw just that Thunders were irritable and damn, could hold grudges for a really long time. "Yeah, that'd go great," was her sarcastic response, then, more seriously but still as a joke (kind of), "I think they'd all just fall over dead from the shock, to be honest." It would be weird imagining the Academy, but with her own element running around hugging people and making proclamations of love or something. No, Skye was definitely not doing that, and (if her inclination towards physical contact was any sign) she was even affectionate compared to a vast amount of the Thunders. That was actually a pretty frightening thought.
She kind of understood how it would look from an outside perspective, or from the opinions of the Waters and Earths and possibly even some of the Winds. She did. There were the Water and Earth elementals, always so nice and lovely and willing to make friends, and then there was the other side, with all the hostility. Yeah, it was pretty hard to deal with, but she was sure they coul dmanage if they'd been putting up with it thus far. Still, it was a pretty bad rep. Thunders (and Fires, believe it or not based on their kind of insane tempers) were people too. Betrayal was just as awful even if they weren't about to go home bawling about it. "Yeah, well, we could always use more bullshit to put up with." She was pretty sure they couldn't, though, not more of it. Each traitor brought a new blow, and even though she didn't blame them, not then and not now, even though she had remained friends with Josh through it, she couldn't pretend that it was a nice feeling. A huge part of Skye thought the alliances were pretty fucked up enough at this point. The rest of her just felt irritated beyond belief, or at least that was what she would say if anyone ever asked. People usually didn't. That came with being a Thunder, too.
Skye wondered if there was even such thing as "the usual" when it came to Samson and Beatrice -- but, she figured, at least he had some kind of family around him. Plus, all things considered, it could have been way worse, the people he could have to live with. "Hey, but it's the usual for you guys," she pointed out, though this was kind of a stupid point beause she was pretty sure that, even then, their usual was very, very weird. Didn't something have to be kind of predictable to be "the usual"? She wanted to ask what he meant next, but didn't, instead just followed along. It was pretty clear when he walked into the make-up store, at least. Well... okay, it wasn't any clearer, but at least she kind of understood why he'd think he would be judged. She was still kind of judging him anyway, but she decided not to say this out loud. "Uh... huh. Who's it for, then?" she asked, giving the store the usual once-over before turning back to see what he was holding up. "Not your colour. And you look really confused. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
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Post by samson on May 9, 2012 17:07:07 GMT -5
Samson had to snort at her words. He certainly was not a very affectionate person if you were not Harley. It'd be rather weird if he was, actually, for the fact that he resembled a statue in terms of facial expressions most of the time. Of course, he wasn't really opposed to it. Karlee had tackle hugged him when they finally were reunited, and he figured he wouldn't be as good friends with Skye as he was if he had a thing about affection. Still, Thunders were so distant from each other as it was, it kind of surprised him that none of the traitors were Thunder. That would be easier to believe than the loyal Fires betraying one another. It was pretty depressing to think about, but again, he tried not to let his thoughts go that far. Just focus on Skye and the present.
He took his time to type out a message. "Let's not encourage the fates to fuck anything else up." Sam grew up with superstition, he had quite a bit of them. Like speaking of something had a chance of bringing it about. But it was mostly sailor superstitions. Skye said that it was normal for them, and he nodded his agreement. It would be easier for the two of them to agree that they were strange, everyone was strange, and it was a pretty strange freaking world they were in. At least, in his opinion. He surrounded himself in strangeness, in the oddities of the world. For most of his life he'd been that odd kid in the corner that people wondered if he was a potential murderer or if he had some learning disabilities. He proved them wrong with his grades, but it still had been rather funny.
And he guessed he gave Skye another reason to be doubtful of him. Samson didn't like explaining himself a lot. It took enough time to actually communicate. To explain certain things? He'd just leave it up to Skye to determine what was going on. Which probably wasn't the best idea. After looking at the foundation some more, he decided to fuck it. "Beatrice's mission." His tone would have been sarcastifc, but that was kind of hard to carry through in text. "She just said pick up some make-up and that it better be the good stuff. And here we are." As if she needed the last part. The place was rather odd to be in because he was a dude, but he reminded himself he's been in other worse places. He smirked when she said it wasn't really his color. "No," he typed out in response to her question. "All I know is it's scary to think of where someone might put this. And what are those...stick things?" He pocketed his phone shortly after and lifted up an eye shadow pencil.
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 11, 2012 13:10:44 GMT -5
Skye wasn't very superstitious herself, certainly didn't live in the kind of environment that Samson did with Beatrice and what-not. She didn't know anyway if Beatrice was the reason that he did believe in fate and that kind of thing... but she obliged anyway, finding that it was probably for the best anyway. The last thing she really needed was to jinx them or something. It felt kind of like their ranks were being decimated already, and Skye didn't think they could afford to lose any more on this side. It wasn't just from the standpoint of someone expecting a war or something like that, no -- it was just kind of a shitty feeling when everyone was turning on them. "Guess you're right," was all she said in response.
She didn't know why Beatrice would send Samson to the mall to get make-up, anyway, but she wasn't going to question the woman. Well... she would, but maybe she wouldn't do it aloud. "Well, that's probably what she'd consider the good stuff, but you might want to check the prices on these things before you end up dropping a ton of money on it," she pointed out, looking more closely at the foundation. Skye did wear make-up... and did tend to spend a stupid amount of money on it, sometimes, when she felt like splurging... but brand name and designer things really were kind of stupidly expensive. "Here we are indeed," she said, pretty amused at the whole situation.
"Well... depends what skintone you're shopping for, I guess. Is it for Beatrice herself, or...?" She didn'tk now what else would constitute Samson having to go to the make-up store to look at foundation when he clearly, clearly had no idea what the hell he was doing, but she didn't expect most of the things that Beatrice did anymore. "And, uh, that's foundation," she added, pointing to what he'd just dropped back, "so it's not as sketchy as you think it is, you know. Face stuff." She looked at it again, more closely. She'd been right -- it definitely wasn't Samson's colour, even if he wasn't buying it for himself anyway. "And that's just eyeshadow. But the pencil kind. Unless Beatrice wants the regular ones?" Pencils were so convenient, though.
(ahhh sorry if it's short!)
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Post by samson on May 12, 2012 13:25:04 GMT -5
Samson was truly glad to have a girl with him for this to explain the mysteries of women and their make-up. And he felt kind of stupid, because it seemed like something that even guys should know about. But truth was, he never paid much mind to it. He'd had a lot of relationships in the past and a bit of time watching in curiousity while chicks stabbed their eyes with pencils, but it still was something that he didn't quite remember. He turned over the foundation and typed with his other hand, "Twenty dollars. I eat meals at resturaunts that cost less than that." How in the world did people afford this stuff? Of course, it was a store specifically for make-up which guarenteed higherp prices, but he was still floored by it. "She did say good stuff." Sometimes he was so focused on something he forgot what he was typing and ended up typing out his own thoughts. Luckily if he typed something out that he didn't want someone to know, he was quick to erase. But he couldn't help the fact that his mind was so wired to his hands from how much time he spent talking with them.
He was quick to nod in ascen when Skye asked if it was for Beatrice. Yes, yes it was. God, he hoped so. He really did. She was fond of torturing him, but he pleaded with every pagan god there was that she didn't have anything in mind for him. He could deal with certain things, especially if he wouldn't be going out in public, but some other things...there was just no chance that he could. Unfortunately, he had minimum free will in the matter. Mostly because he didn't feel like arguing half the time. Sam just kept his mouth shut as much as possible. "But why would you put gunk on your skin?" He was cofused as he typed it out with one finger and turned the screen to her. Sam hd had make-up put on him plenty of times, but it usually wasn't girly make-up like that. Which was a bit of an oxymoron, but nevertheless true. He gazed at the pencil before looking around th store, still feeling out his element. "She's going to be fine with pencils," He wrote down. "What other kind of make-up do chicks wear?" he questioned curiosuly. Hopefully he'd end up pleasing her, else she'd go off about it and he'd have to stand there and stare vacantly out the window, wondering if he could drown himself in a bathtub.
[it was great. <33]
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 13, 2012 16:33:23 GMT -5
Skye grinned a bit in amusement, but she was kind of glad that Samson was mute and had to therefore type this all out instead of saying it aloud -- the employee nearest them was eyeing them kind of suspiciously. She decided that it was probably best not to be too loud when bashing stores' prices in future... but then again, upscale stuff really was very pricey. "Yeah, that might be a bit much," she told him, kind of amused. Foundation was kind of the worst anyway, she thought -- the most annoying to apply, at least, and as far as Skye was concerned it just wasn't worth twenty whole dollars. "And... food is probably better than make-up, in the long run." She wasn't even sure why she even wore the stuff, anyway, at this point -- but she did have her lazy days when she didn't bother, too. "Depends on her definition of 'good' stuff, though... but I'm guessing you don't know what she buys normally," she said, frowning, not bothering to phrase it as a question. If Samson did know, she was pretty sure he wouldn't be quite so out of his element here.
She decided to go ahead and take the pencil and the foundation out of his hands for him without prompt, considering he would have to type and it was probably much more difficult with something in his hands. Her own hands weren't busy, with her purse pushed up onto her shoulder. She didn't really know how to answer his question, though. "Just... because?" She looked at him, kind of amused. "Probably to cover stuff up, mostly. It's not that weird." She'd never expected to be standing in some make-up store somewhere discussing why girls wore make-up with Samson, of all people, but meh, the world was a pretty ridiculous place. They both knew that pretty well at this point. She supposed that this was one of the most normal things to happen lately. "Okay, pencils it is... I don't know what she wears!" Skye said, frowning. She didn't exactly look to retain that kind of information. "There's... I don't know, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara... Let me know when I've lost you." She might have already, though.
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Post by samson on May 13, 2012 19:58:17 GMT -5
Mention of food was actually making him hungry and he tried to remember the last time he ate. He knew that it hadn't been recently, and he wished his memory was better than this. "I'd have to say so, but I'm biased." He both enjoyed food and lacked a need for make-up. He didn't have anything against make-up, of course, it was a good thing. And it was great when done right. Like in Cirque du Soleil with their costumes and their make-up. He just didn't feel the need to wear it himself. He also had a feeling that Harley wouldn't approve much. "Should have looked in her room before coming here, but I feel like she might have some guard dogs in there or something." Samson had never really been in her room, she was always coming to his if she needed something. Or they would watch movies and do family things in there, considering they didn't have a living room. He couldn't remember living in a normal house, the one he used to live in before it burned to the ground.
Samson tried to hide a smile when she said it wasn't too weird. "C'mon, it's pretty weird," he typed out for her. He was joking, of course. And he just loved how easy it was to tell through text. Sam listened to her, nodding quickly to show that he had understood her, even though his expression was incredulous. He inspected the pencil again as if he still didn't get it, but nodded. Hope you like it, old bat. Bea wasn't old, but Sam had been calling her that since he was in diapers. He used his phone to write out, "Fuck this shit, I'm going to the food court." The boy shook his head and paid for the foundation and eyeshadow. Then he made his way down to the food court where he got some pizza. Favorite food, which most people who knew him understood. If you wanted anything from the Thunder boy, offer pizza. Harley got that, and he almost smiled at the memory. "People watching time," he typed out with one hand as he ate a slice of pizza. He enjoyed pointing out some of the weird ass people in the mall and coming up with their background stories.
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 14, 2012 19:27:13 GMT -5
Skye did wear make-up, on the other hand, but if she had to choose, food was pretty much always the way to go. Make-up served pretty much no function but to keep her looking pretty, and she guessed that food was kind of a little more functional and useful than that. She did smirk a little at Samson's comment about being biased, though. "Well, I'd imagine." Other than the fact that Beatrice was a little... unconventional, Skye didn't know much about the woman at all. She kind of didn't blame Samson for not wanting to go into her room in a way, though she doubted there were really guard dogs in there. He lived with her, after all -- if the boundary existed anyway then Skye was in no positive to tell him to go in there. It'd been years since she'd stepped foot in her parents' room, actually. "Guard dogs just to protect her make-up cabinet, probably." Did make-up cabinets even exist? Skye didn't have nearly enough stuff for that. She just rolled her eyes a little at Samson's insistence that it was weird, mostly sure that he was joking, but she could never tell through text, despite having known him for years at this point. He was definitely that type of guy, though.
She actually laughed a little at what he typed out next, but followed him over to the cash register all the same, waiting idly by as he paid. It probably looked like this stuff was for her and she was making him pay for it, too -- Skye would never do that, but she'd just feel bad for him if that were the case. Then again, he technically still had to pay for someone else's stuff, unless Beatrice really would plan to stick him in some make-up for some reason or another. Poor kid. A mildly evil part of her hoped that someone would take pictures if that were the case, though. "Thanks," she said to the employee in the store even though she hadn't bought anything, as she followed along after Samson. Food was always somehow more rewarding to buy than make-up, too -- it probably had to do with the whole, uh, eating part of it. "You and your pizza," she commented, grinning a little bit as she gestured over at a table nearby. She'd opted instead for a burger from Harvey's, which was slightly harder to eat while standing around. Plus, there were almost never seats vacant in this place -- it was probably best to take up the two seats now before anyone else did. "How creepy, though," she joked, not that her pokerface would betray it, "do you always just watch strangers?" People watching was a pretty legitimate hobby, though.
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Post by samson on May 15, 2012 14:29:25 GMT -5
Samson wondered how he could still be surprised by Beatrice nowadays. She still managed, somehow, and at least he couldn't be jaded in that aspect. The boy smirked at her words about the guard dogs. At least she got it. Yeah, it was definitely something she would do. Samson contently chewed his pizza while mulling over what Beatrice must have wanted expensive makeup for. At Skye's comment about the pizza, he waved his hand out and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in a 'oh, you know me' gesture. Of course he spoke better through body language than he ever could through text. It had always been that way, really, even when he was a child before his vocal cords went to shit. He got his point across better through action than by speaking. So he didn't ever really think he lost anything too important to him in that fire. At least it helped him sleep at night. He never really had much trouble getting over it, even though he had been sent to many a therapist. In Beatrice's words: "What do you expect him to talk about? He can't say anything!" People must have thought her horribly insensitive, but she understood what he wanted more than anything.
If he could, Sam would have laughed at the next words. As it were, he simply smiled and nodded, keeping his mouth closed as he continued to eat. Sill using one hand he typed out, "It's a hobby. Like fishing." His attention was caught by a large man with short shorts and a coffee and he pointed as vaguely as possible in that direction, lifting his eyebrows. The look insinuated, "How can you not be entertained by that?" Then, another idea came to the boy and he texted on his phone, "Wanna stop by my place later? We could figure out the mystery behind the makeup." Or get clues to it, at least. He truly was curious about whatever was going on, because he feared it may involve him.
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 19, 2012 0:11:07 GMT -5
Okay, Skye would admit that people-watching could be pretty entertaining. She kind of had the tendency to just slip into it too, when she was out in public, because sometimes people were pretty hilarious and she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. She could be pretty judgmental, though, and it was kind of awful, but it was sort of... the way of the Thunder or something. She was pretty sure Samson would be the exact same way, but she didn't ask -- she normally wouldn't ask those things of her friends, anyway, that was too weird. Based on general observation, a good deal of them were like that, quick to judge and pretty unwilling to go back on that kind of thing. There were exceptions to the rule -- there always were, after all -- but on the whole, Skye was... pretty harsh, honestly. "Yeah, maybe not exactly like fishing, though." Then again, Skye had only been fishing once, and it'd been a very weird but boring experience. She couldn't really figure that type of thing out.
She turned casually in the direction he'd indicated, as if a store over there had simply caught her attention, and when she turned back she was straight-faced as always, but she raised an eyebrow at him. "Point taken." She thought sometimes that maybe she'd almost feel bad for the stupid things they got up to sometimes, or at least the kind of terrible things they thought about other people. Usually these thoughts were fleeting, though. The "mystery behind the make-up" sounded like some kind of behind-the-scenes footage of a theatre production or something, Skye thought immediately, but obviously this wasn't really the issue at hand. Still, the idea of finding out what this was actually about was kind of compelling, and she nodded her assent. "Yes please. And then if Beatrice is trying to put make-up on you then I can see it in person." She said this completely seriously. Though she doubted this was the case, Skye would still just really like to see that.
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