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Post by samson on Apr 28, 2012 14:25:09 GMT -5
 Samson didn't think about the past all too much. He didn't have a bad one, not exactly. Sure, his parents died when he was young and he lost his voice, but those hadn't been too traumatic for him. Or maybe they had been, he couldn't remember how he felt when he was young. He certainly didn't feel traumatized now. He'd gotten over it. And maybe that was why he didn't consider the past too much. He'd already gotten over it, forgotten it, taken what he could from it and left the other things he didn't need behind. However, the past returned once a year, when he went to Newfoundland for the summer. His home. His old home, where he could remember the stores in his town, where his house used to be, the docks he used to fish on. That was a time for remembering, when Beatrice took him to these places. He didn't question why she wanted him to return the first time, but he enjoyed the trips. She must have seen the homesickness in his eyes.
Despite where he came from, a lot of his past was in the Hollow. He truly grew up here, started fresh after the house fire that took his parents. He remembered learning all these things from Beatrice, life lessons. Some of them he had to be doubtful of, she was a strange woman. Even now, as he left, she went on about her usual ranting. "That man, can you believe it, Sammy?" she said, rooting around with something on a shelf, behind the counter. "I can't. What was his name again? Odin? Odor, more like it, he reeks! Always giving me a hard time." He didn't like the man, either, and ironically enough couldn't remember his name. So he went with Odin. He always came to pester Beatrice, and the boy believed he had a crush on her. For once, he was happy about this new man in Beatrice's life, the one she talked on the phone to, the one she went out to get ice cream with. There was no way she'd have chosen Odin, but at least this guy was a way to keep him at bay.
Still in need of a car, he walked down the sidewalk to the park where he agreed to meet Karlee. How long had it been since he'd seen her? God, he couldn't even remember. It was strange, how someone could go missing from his life like that. Well, it happened. People could drift away sometimes, and no one was at fault. At least they could be reunited, as well. That was a good thing. He walked into the park, hands in his pockets, mourning the cold weather of autumn. Not too cold of course, but still making it necessary for a jacket he would have liked to keep at home. This had been their designated meeting place, the park in the Hollow. It was a nice place, as parks should be, and he himself had an ice cream cone in his hand as he leaned against a tree, next to one of the paths. Hopefully the girl could find him. Hopefully he could recognize her.
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Post by karlee on Apr 30, 2012 17:55:53 GMT -5
Karlee had always been the type of person to randomly disappear from peoples lives. It was just the way she worked. She had always been too afraid of hurting people to want to stick around in their lives. It wasn't that she wasn't a good friend, at least she tried to be. She was just scared to hurt anybody that she got close to. God only knows she had a way of doing that. Pushing people away. Either that or she would just leave all together. Not physically moving, as she had been in the Hollow most of her life. But people changed, and she was one of those people that changed. Life happened, esspecially when you got older. Nobody stayed the same from the time they where five or six years old. The sad thing was that even when people went to the same school, sometimes they still rarely saw one another.
As children the alliances didn't really matter. You could be friends with somebody who was an earth and not know it - because they did not yet know it either. In the case of Samson, though, he and Karlee had been childhood friends. They where good friends when they where younger, but as what happened a lot, people drifted apart. Karlee was no different. Esspecially as she got older, she got distant. Once she hit about junior high age she started to get that way, when she had started drinking. Life was weighing down too heavily on her, and the alcohol was the only thing she really found that soothed that. She didn't hate people, and in fact could be quite friendly. She loved going to parties - mostly for the drinking and the mishaps that happened after you started drinking, but still parties none the less. That was socializing.
That afternoon was a bit different though. She was being reunited with one of her old friends, Samson. He had been one person she let herself get genuinely close to, but they drifted apart as they got older. Before either of them even started at the academy, in fact. It was a nice feeling, but she was almost worried he wasn't going to recognize her. She hadn't actually gotten too much taller, still standing at only five foot two. She was a bit shorter back then, under five feet, but she didn't look much different besides that. Well, except for the dyed hair. She was also a brunette back then, but now she was a bleached blonde. Though she had been told many times before that it was hard to mistake her bright blue eyes. She was almost thankful for that, but she wasn't sure he was going to recognize her. Let alone, would she recognize him?
They had set up a spot in the park to meet. Karlee drove her black, 1969 Pontiac Fire bird and parked it along the sidewalk. She always double checked to make sure it was locked, as the car was her baby. She couldn't let anything happen to it, or she might just have a heart attack. She was wearing a light weight black sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans, and her hands where shoved in the pockets. She had her hood up partially, her long blonde hair in waves over her shoulders. She bit at her lip a little as she looked around, keeping her eyes out for him. She couldn't imagine it would be too hard to recognize him - and then she saw him. Leaning against a tree, and a bright smile spread across her face as she made her way over by him. He was looking the other way, so she stayed quiet until she got right over by him. "Sammy!" She chimed, and through her arms around him, smiling up at him. "God I've missed you - it's so great to see you again!" She was sure he was going to recognize her, at least know it was her anyways. Strangers didn't usually run up and hug people. She wasn't expecting a response from him, as he was well, mute. But nonetheless.
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Post by samson on May 6, 2012 5:09:00 GMT -5
It was pretty much a flashback when Karlee approached. Memory could be an amazing thing. You forgot why you walked into a room, but you could remember a face from years before with amazing clarity. Maybe it was because the Fire girl never seemed to change. She did have a baby face, he wondered if he should tell her that. Or maybe not yet, since they were just meeting up again and he wondered how much things had changed. Especially between them. Could he joke like that still, was it appropriate? He usually didn’t have a problem with boundaries, but this situation was a little off. Even still, he was glad that he recognized her, otherwise his response to her actions would have been rather lukewarm.
However, when she wrapped her arms around him, it felt so familiar. Like they’d never stopped being friends, had been chatting and talking the day before about the little things. He patted her back, smirking a bit, smiling even wider at her words. He didn’t even mind the use of the nickname, it made him think back to when he was a kid and he’d get irritated immensely by it. Maybe Beatrice’s usage had desensitized him. He fished in his pocket for his phone. He wouldn’t mess around with his usual antics and bullshit, the whole charades deal. Maybe later. For now, he needed to catch up. ”Nice to see you,” he told her through text message. That was, of course, not something you’d forget about a friend, the fact that he was mute.
He nodded his head over to a bench next to one of the paths where people were taking their daily jogs, listening to music and enjoying the pleasant weather. Instead of saying what he wanted to do, it was easier to just take the lead and so he sat down before texting out anything more. ”Missed you too. How’ve you been?” There was a lot he wanted to say, but text was so limited. He hated it sometimes, even though people told him that they enjoyed the anticipation when waiting for him to finish writing out a sentence. ”Can’t even remember the last time we talked.” There was a hint of a smirk after this, since ‘talk’ was used oh, so loosely with him. But he didn’t feel like typing out ‘communication’. Long words were the enemy.
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Post by karlee on May 9, 2012 18:42:17 GMT -5
There were certain things that everybody forgot when a certain amount of time passed. However, forgetting that somebody was mute was not one of things. Sammy always had been. She also remembered how much it irritated him to be called Sammy - he even mentioned it when they talked via the computer - but it was a habit for her. She had always called him Sammy. She hoped he wouldn't get too irritated by it, because no matter how many times she tried to convince herself to call him Sam it still came out Sammy. It was almost overwhelming to see him. Not in a bad way, but she didn't realize how much she missed him until she saw him again. Wasn't that how the saying went though? You don't know what you got till it's gone. She had maybe been a little forward by just jumping up and wrapping her arms around him but she couldn't avoid it.
She felt like she had just seen him yesterday. It felt the same, so familiar. Like her best friend from when they where just kids was still the same person who was standing in front of her right now. Truth was though, that a lot had probably changed with the both of them. She knew it had with her, and she assumed it had with him. That many years couldn't pass and things still be exactly the same. Her smile brightened when he smiled back at her, and her eyes brightened up. She dropped her arms from around him, and he pulled his phone out. She only assumed that it was to text her. Technology would certainly make it easier. Unlike when they where kids and they seemed to be playing charades all the time. Although with Sam, Karlee had always been more than content to sit in perfect silence and just do whatever. You didn't always need words to communicate. She pulled out her phone as it went off, playing the song Set Fire To The Rain as it did so. She looked at it before smiling back up at him. She didn't see the need for words, to reply to that anyways.
She followed his nod over towards a bench and nodded, the smile not going away from her features. She had a bit of a skip in her step as she went and sat down next to him, crossing her legs as she did so. She saw him writing out another text and then heard her phone go off and looked at it. "I've been pretty good actually. You know, school, parties, boy's.. the typical high school experience." She smirked a little and shrugged. "And I'm hoping you've been good, too?" She brushed a strand of hair from her face and raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. She figured it would be easier for him to nod yes or no than to send another text. If he wanted to explain the details, he could, but she wanted to make it easier on him. "I know right, it feel's like it's been forever." She laughed a little bit and shook her head. It was serious, but a pun at the same time. It really had been forever since Sammy spoke. But she really missed his company. "I vote that we never go that long without seeing eachother again, Sammy- Boy. Not sure I could handle that now." She said, the bright smile still plastered on her features as she looked over at him.
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Post by samson on May 10, 2012 16:39:27 GMT -5
Karlee seemed to be the cheerful thing as she skipped along with him and he decided that he was in a great mood, too. Not that it showed. He had the emotional range of a brick wall, and an equal amount of conversation skills. Samson rolled his shoulders, feeling the chill in his cheeks, the tips of his fingers. Mind wandering to the beach, he imagined the hot sand and waves breaking over. He was sure that the Fire girl was perfectly content, though. Fire. One that was still on his side, or so he assumed. He’d sufffered a recent betrayal that left him confused and bitter, and he relied on the bonds that he still had. That included the one he was rekindling, the one with Karlee. He missed his childhood, he found. Things were easier all those years ago when he didn’t have to think about things.
He listened to the ringtone and tilted his head, lifted an eyebrow. Anyone who knew him understood his facial expressions and Karlee knew him well. At least, she once had. The expression clearly read, “Are you trying to be a stereotypical Fire?” But he heard her words, wearing a rather blank expression. He hadn’t been expecting a complete background, but it felt like she was just brushing up for him, as if they hadn’t spoken in a week or so. It felt surreal. So he didn’t have to listen to that ringtone again, he determined to stimply show her the screen from now on. ”Things have been hectic lately, but I’m decent.” He showed the screen to her. Sometimes he realized how slow conversations were for him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Sam had to say it was quite literally forever, as long as forever could be for a human being. They were becoming adults soon enough, time was no friend. It was amazing how bright her smile was, honestly, but he had to agree with her. ”Deal. It sucks that you’re a grade lower than me.” He turned the screen to the blond before erasing it again, listening to the sounds of the people around them. Children yelling, friends talking, the world was alive today. And even though he didn’t smile, only looked off for a moment, he was in a good mood. ”Did you have anything planned for later?” he questioned, wondering how much time he had for this. It would suck if he couldn’t speak for very long. Well, as much as he did speak.
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Post by karlee on May 10, 2012 23:47:00 GMT -5
There was only certain people that Karlee was truely happy and smiley around. She had been told before that she had the emotional range of a teaspoon, which she found to be decently true. She didn't show a lot of emotion. She was either, happy, or pissed. That was about the extent of it. Around Sam however though, she really felt like a kid again. It was like an immediate reaction. It didn't feel awkward being around him, like she thought it would. He had definitely grown up, and wasn't a little kid anymore. Not that she had really expected him to still look the same, but damn. She had to admit to herself that he was actually pretty good looking. Not that she was going to start flirting with somebody she hadn't seen in so long. Hell, she didn't even know if he had a girlfriend or anything. But noticing his look's wasn't a problem.
After her ringtone went off, Karlee couldn't help but glance up at Sam, and his expression made her laugh. "Hey, don't judge. I rather enjoy this song. Adele is pretty fantastic." She said, bouncing her knee rhythmically. She wanted to tell Sam abosolutly everything that had happened in the past years, but she couldn't do that. Maybe eventually some things would come out, but there was a lot that had happened since she last saw him. Hell, more had happened to her than she imagined had happened to a lot of people. As he typed out the message, she looked at it, licking her lip as she did so. "Well, hectic is better than bad, right? Anything... exciting?" She asked him, tilting her head to the side a little bit. She didn't care that the conversation was going slow. She was patient, at least with him, and wasn't going to rush the conversation any.
Most of Karlee's friends where either older or younger than her. She actually didn't have many friends in her same grade. There was really no real reason for it, it just sort of happened that way. As he showed her the message, she read it and nodded. "Yeah I guess it is. Are you planning on going to the college?" She asked, folding her arms across her lap as she leaned back against the bench. This was how this whole thing would go right? Question and answer. Or so it seemed. She didn't mind it. It was much easier that he could text what he was saying as opposed to say, trying to act it out. He looked at the next message he typed, and brushed a peice of hair from her face to read it before shaking her head and smiling. "Nope. Nothing except for hanging out with you. You've got me all day." She bit her lip a little and smiled at him, her knee still bouncing a bit. It was a bad habit, but she seemed to have trouble sitting still.
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Post by samson on May 12, 2012 12:10:19 GMT -5
Samson lifted his eyebrow but nodded nontheless at Karlee's words. He wasn't a fan, but of course he wouldn't say as much. He barely said anything as it was. He thougt back to his lakeside date with Harley, the music she had chosen and almost smiled. There was also some pain associated with that. They couldn't associate with each other at school, had to pretend like they hated each other's guts. It twisted in his chest. When they met eyes, all he could think was how much he wanted to be with her and on his face all he showed was...nothing. Nothing at all, because he perfected that emotionless mask. It was something he normally wore, but not out of necessity like in school. He was generally a stoic, calm guy but when he saw Harley in the halls or in the cafeteria he had to be extra careful not to let anything show. Hopefully love wasn't that obvious.
Anything exciting? His expression didn't give a noticeable change as he typed out his next words. Silent conversations, the only noise was in the background. The calls of children playing catch nearby, the chiming of laughter. "Of course. A lot of exciting things. Beatrice thnks that a day without excitement is not really a day." He shook his head. Hell, he'd have to bring her by his house to let Beatrice fill the girl in. As a matter of fact, he was sure the woman would be happy to see his childhood friend. But did he want to put the Fire girl through that? Eh, his friends actually liked his adoptive mother. He guessed he shared the same relationhip with Bea that most kids did with their parents--he thought she was embarrassing but his friends liked her. Go figure. "Want to drop by my house and see her?" Beatrice had always been very involved in her 'son's life, she knew all is friends.
He nodded when she asked if he was planning to go to college. "Yeah. Been planning since the ninth grade. Guess that means we can see more of each other next year." Sam had always wanted to go to college, he knew it for a fact ever since he learned about the Academy. There was no question in his mind. And since he would be sticking to the Academy, that meant he'd be ble to stick around Karlee since she'll still be in high school. He'd also be in college with Harley, which would be great. It was kind of weird having his girlfriend in college already. After tapping his finger against the screen for a few moments, he typed out, "Perfect. I don't have anything, either. Well...something later tonight." He didn't even really want to get into it. He was sure Beatrice would fill her in if they went over to his house, however.
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Post by karlee on May 20, 2012 21:25:41 GMT -5
Love wasn't really something that was in Karlee's vocabulary. She was more of the one night stand type of girl. That was probably something about her that Sam didn't know, not unless he had heard the rumors around school. She really hadn't heard anything about him. Hell, that was the reason she didn't even know he went to the academy. Karlee had a few boyfriends, but the resident fear of heartbreak kept her from acting on it too much. In her mind, drunken meaningless sex was the best way to avoid that. She was an insatiable flirt as it was, everybody knew that, but it didn't really seem to bother anybody too much. As he typed out the words, she smiled and laughed a little. "Same Ol' Beatrice, I see." She shook her head, still smiling. She had spent a lot of time with the women, since she spent a lot of time with Sam. She sort of wondered if she would remember her. After all, it had been a long time. She hadn't ever had problems with the women. "Yeah! I would love to. That would be awesome." She said. It would be. After all, it really had been a long time.
College wasn't something Karlee was totally sure about. Not only was it the lack of money, but she was not a very dilligent student. In fact, she was pretty sure she wasn't even going to pass her eleventh grade year. Her own fault, she expected. She spent too much time partying and not giving a crap to really care about school. That just meant another mandatory year. She wasn't sure about it yet though. She figured if she really got her ass in gear and started getting to school on time, she could pass. She hated school. She loved the socialization, and she wanted to master her element, but she just didn't have the want or desire to wake up and go to school. Let alone stay awake in classes. Or do the homework. That just wasn't her forte. She thought some people who could do that where crazy. Although, those where the people who where going to be moving up a year or graduating. "Yeah I guess so." She replied with a smile. She didn't remember a recent time when she had smiled so much. "Great, so. What did you have in mind then?" She raised an eyebrow, tapping her fingers on her knees. She was kind of wanting to go back to his house and see Beatrice. She could probably fill her in on stuff, too. Since she didn't expect Sam to type out his whole life story.
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Post by samson on May 21, 2012 20:59:52 GMT -5
Same old Beatrice, same crazy old bat. Well, she really wasn't old. Only thirty-one. But he liked to call her that to piss her off. It might not have been wise to incense a woman like that, but he did it often enough that he felt quite immune to her rage. She could be a terrifying woman when she wanted to be. Luckily, she was mostly pleasant. To him, he was embarrassing. Parents. He told her, "Seance. In the cemetery." During the colder seasons, of course. Did that woman even have thermoreceptors or did she just exist as a metaphysical spirit? Or maybe she really was getting into his head and affecting his thought process. Starting to think like her. Did that mean he was going to go crazy? Ah, she wasn't crazy...was she? Damn her. Bea had a way to fuck with him, that was for sure. He loved her, but dear god. "It's...fun sometimes." For him, it was just another night with his mother, making him stay up when he had school the next morning. He tried his best to not fall asleep in class. He was a very good student like that. Respectful, even, when he chose not to be a douche bag.
He clapped her on the back as he stood, a kind of signal to get going. The walk back to the shop was just as cold, but he could deal. "Can you do some Fire heat magic or something?" he questioned, holding up his phone for her. It would really be nice to be one of those warm Fire students, yeah. But they reached the shop in time enough, the chiming bell alerting Beatrice who was dusting the lampshades with an unnecessarily big fuzzy brush. She looked over at him, gasping when she saw Karlee. "Oh me oh my, can it be?" She flung the brush over her shoulder as she hurried over to Karlee, robes billowing after her. The girl was then crushed in a hug, until Samson tugged on a red strand of hair. "Ow, ow Sammy. Ugh..." Her eyes were bright as she rested her hands on Karlee's shoulders. "How have you been? I must say, I hadn't been expecting you at all!" Needless to say, but it was quite obvious Beatrice was quite floored by the sudden blast from the past.
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Post by karlee on May 29, 2012 0:12:05 GMT -5
Karlee knew how frustrating parents could be. Well, her parents where just a bit out of the ordinary, but she still knew how they could be. She had spent enough time in more normal households to understand, also. Practically raising herself, she wasn't the best judge of a normal household, though. It wasn't like she didn't know how families where supposed to function, but coming from a dysfunctional family herself, it was diffacult to well, function, sometimes. She hadn't ever been a good student, since she started school. She was much more into the social aspect of things. She was pretty sure she was going to fail her eleventh grade year too, simply because she didn't give a shit. "Hey, just be happy that she loves you. And you know that." She said, smiling at him a little bit. She knew Beatrice could be a bit.. eccentric, but she usually meant the best. At least from what she had seen.
Karlee stood up with him as he did so, shoving her hands in her pockets. She was actually a little bit chilly, so she only imagined how cold he was. She was like a built in space heater, so she never really had to worry about being cold. She read what he typed out on his phone and laughed a little, before holding her hands out in front of her, and generating enough heat in her finger tips to show small flames. She kept it on the down low of course, so that nobody but Sammy would see them. "Of course I can. But it's easier if we are in a room, rather than outside." She said. She could heat up a room pretty easily, but sometimes it got too hot. Getting the heat back out of the room was a whole nother story, and usually was just opening all the doors and windows to cool it back off.
As they entered the shop, she felt a familiar air about the place. Yes, this was a place she had been to in her childhood. What had tore her away from this place was something she didn't know. What had tore her away from Sammy, anyways. How did friends just seperate like that? She imagined it was the fact that both of them had just grown up. A lot had happened to her since she last saw Sammy, and she only imagined a lot had happened to him as well. She saw Beatrice, and smiled and waved at her, only to be crushed moments later by the women. "Hey, Beatrice." She said, laughing a little, as Sam pulled the women away. Yes, she was fairly eccentric, but it was nice to see her again. Her hands where still in her pockets, but she was smiling. "I've been good! How about yourself? Thing's still going good for you guys?" She asked. She really hadn't been that great, but she didn't need to spill her life story to her friends "mother" . She figured Beatrice would tell her the things Sam didn't want to type out.
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Post by samson on May 30, 2012 16:19:09 GMT -5
Beatrice and Samson had a dynamic that was a bit unlike mother and son, since it was mixed with a hybrid of sibling rivalry. He hadn't even met her before she found him in the hospital, her living in the Hollow and his parents living in Newfoundland. The three had been close (even though his father had been Thunder) but shit like that happened. Someone moved far away, and it was hard to keep touch. It wasn't like Beatrice could up and leave to go with her friends, even though she didn't have a family in the Hollow. She had made a life there, and they had ended up going their separate ways. Samson had a feeling that a few phone calls had been from her, however. Possibly even a few Christmas gifts. And hell, he figured that there were pictures of him sent to the woman.
He looked at the fire, no real expression crossing his face. It took a lot to even get a smile out of him. If you weren't Harley, most of the time it was like talking to a statue. Or a palace guard. He always wanted a staring contest with one of them. The guard would probably be unamused, but who knew. He also wondered if they had to wear those hats and outfits year-round, even in summer. That seemed painful to him. Hopefully they had a change of uniform and all that for the warmer seasons. And why was he contemplating palace guards? His mind often went away from him, but he had heard what Karlee said about her powers. It made sense. Like how air-conditioning outdoors was pointless. A fan was just as good. The shop was heated, though. Well, most of the time. Unless Beatrice forgot to pay the bill. He was usually in charge of the money and the bills because of her flightiness.
Beatrice didn't really understand the fact that some people may not be touchy feely, and it was something the boy was always wary of whenever bringing friends over. Or maybe she did realize that, and just wanted to torment people. Nah, Samson didn't think she could be so cruel. She really was just a kindly woman who had a tendency to float around like a fucking fairy. Nothing wrong with that, except the embarrassment of her son. "Good to hear!" Beatrice exclaimed, eyes glittering. "Good to hear, good to hear. We've been great here. The shop's been doing really well. I've been having Sammy put flyers up. And my love life has been just magnificent." Sam rolled his eyes at this, always displeased about the guy whenever he was mentioned. Now there was something he believed Beatrice simply loved torturing him with. "Would you like something to eat? To drink?" Sam had a feeling that he'd be the one left to make anything, but he didn't mind. He was used to being a practical servant.
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