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Post by leonora on Aug 11, 2011 14:08:33 GMT -5
Humming. Even if subtle, but it could be heard. The girl couldn't go without it. Was it a sticky commercial jingle, a folk song, perhaps some already annoying popular song, she would find herself humming it until the next one took over. Honestly, there was never a time when a song wasn't in her head. It tended to get bothersome, but she didn't hate the habit. Well, actually, she would describe it as an addiction to humming. Or an addiction to constantly holding a melody in her head, at least.
This time, it was a Christmas song. As crazy as that might sound, she only waited for two celebrations throughout the year. One was her birthday which passed in march and the other was Christmas... well, New Year came as a bonus, really. So yes, she started awaiting Christmas right after her birthday, so really, she had been thinking about presents, Christmas trees and snow... well, not constantly, but she did get Christmas songs in her head all the time. This time it was 'Jingle bells'. Yeah - really. But, she wasn't really harming anyone that much, she figured. The girl had grown up in the opera and her mother was a vocals professor. Music theory in music school also helped. Let's not forget the two choirs and - well, what I'm trying to say is, that she could sing. One had to be really special to sing like a cat choir after going through what she did. Of course, it all had been fun. No really, it had been a blast. Going to theater and music school led her to meet a variety of different people before she even really hit puberty, no matter how odd that sounds.
Still humming through the light smile on her lips, she drove her fingertips over the spines of books, she passed. It felt sort of cool, you know. Like the actors did in the movies, right before finding that one, perfect book which would lead them to some really awesome adventure? Yeah, she hoped to get a book like that, too. Somehow, what she ended up with was a book called 'Grammar. Know your English!' Great... her least favorite subject at that.
Giving up hope, she glanced around. Perhaps someone interesting was sitting in the library? She certainly hoped so. Looking around, her brown orbs did spot someone interesting. Well, someone she hadn't talked to yet. *Blimey, it's Samson Fisher!* she thought that with a British accent, yes.
Leonora just found the guy interesting to no end. He had these cool kid features. Yes, he had 'cool kid features' the CCFs, even. Well, no one used that as a term, but they so should... and they should have more British accents here. I mean, seriously, those were just awesome!
Either way, she had decided to befriend young sir Fisher..... (young sir Fisher... funny). So, she just took the first book she could grab and went over to his table, shamelessly grabbing a seat next to his. She just sat the book in front of her and randomly flicked it open. Yeah, that would work. She actually pretended to read for a bit... Had she picked up a cook book or something? Or was it that fairy tale about the two kids who were about to get cooked by a witch? Oh, she couldn't tell at first.
Fine, time to make her move. She glanced to the side, curiously, only to check if she wasn't getting glared at too much. "So... nice day for reading, huh?"... Yeah, she'd come up with something less lame later.
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Post by samson on Aug 12, 2011 13:28:29 GMT -5
 ”Research,” the redhead said sternly from behind the counter, fussing with a box on one of the shelves. Beatrice turned to face her adopted son, her eyes wide with exasperation. ”Are you even listening to me, Samson Ulysses? You realize what that dream was, don’t you?” A wet dream. Why are you telling me about this, you demented shrew? ”It was an incubus!” No, no it was not. ”I’ve never researched such a thing before so I need you to go to the Academy. I think they’d have some books, see. Now stop giving me that look and go.” The look he was giving her? Uncomfortable. But this was their relationship—nothing was off-limits and everything was communicated through Samson’s subtle facial expressions. Which contorted into a sneer just to piss off the woman even more until she walked out from behind the counter, waving her hands at him. ”Shoo, shoo, now!”
He left the shop, the little bell tinkling over head as if to add noise to his silent demeanor. It was a nice day, as it usually was for this season, and he didn’t have a car because Beatrice was paranoid about ghost hitch hikers. It didn’t help when he wrote down that how was he supposed to tell a ghost hitchiker apart from a real one? That just made her feel that he wasn’t ready, and he wasn’t about to argue with her eccentricities. Well, until he had to go behind her back and purchase a car on his own. Hands in his jeans, he made his was to the library’s building. It wasn’t a place that he really frequented, but he didn’t avoid it, either. Samson liked to read—especially poetry—and he spent many cram nights there to avoid Beatrice’s ‘good luck charms’, which sometimes included uncomfortable amounts of powder.
Instead of looking up information on incubi, however, he selected a poetry book. Emily Dickinson. Good enough. He decided that he’d stay at the library and read before going back home to inform Beatrice that the Academy didn’t have any books on incubi. Samson fully expected to be alone, but apparently the fates had other plans. A girl plopped down next to him with a book of her own, and he glanced at her. It didn’t seem she was going to talk, so he shrugged it off and returned to his own reading.
But then she spoke, and it was a friendly question. He blinked over at the girl. The fuck…? She seemed friendly and nice, and therefore probably not someone from his own element. And right now, he didn’t care to figure out which element she was actually from. Samson looked pointedly over out the windows where the sun filtered in brightly. No, that look meant, it’s a nice day to be outside. Not reading. Then he lifted his eyebrows, and though he could have used his phone or a piece of paper, he’d much rather just screw around with this girl and have her interpret what he was saying through facial expressions. Which meant an eyebrow lift to say ‘any more questions?’
(sorry about samson being a dick and not giving a lot to work off of. T.T told you he was difficult. >> xD)
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Post by leonora on Aug 14, 2011 17:39:44 GMT -5
 Well, she had attempted a conversation, she could only hope that it got through. Then again, she wouldn't mind trying again and again... and again, and again, and again, and again and even then some more. Indeed, she believed in befriending people. She loved befriending people and for some reason she believed she and the mysterious lightning student could become friends. Actually, she should be staying away from lightning students by all the laws of nature... especially right then, when the war had just ended. Honestly, she was disappointed in the leaders of Thunder. She couldn't hate them. After all, they were just kids too. But she did disapprove of the actions taken. She had seen a lot of people get hurt during the war. She did not wish for anything of the sort to happen again. In her opinion, they should all patch up and move on to an era of peace, so to speak. Also a reason why she was so keen on befriending everyone. She wouldn't go and hug the thunder leaders just yet, but she saw it fit to make an example. Show the other earthie that this was really possible, you know. There had been some friendships in the past but Nora would be much happier if everyone was making an effort for this. The one element she was least afraid of were the water students. So far the two elements got along great. What she worried about was if it would ever be possible for Earth students and Fire students to walk hand in hand. Nell and Josh were a good example but... she had a feeling some of the Fire students might not look at Joshua as a role model. Not everyone... just some.
Either way, back to reality. Samson looked at the window and she curiously followed his gaze with her blue one. The window, huh. Indeed, it was a nice day outside. She couldn't help but wonder how her peonies bush was doing. She was determined on letting it live itself with the classic methods... except furthalizer... no, no, no. She might be a flower child but that didn't mean she enjoyed the scent of everything that could be called 'natural'. Yeah, she doubted anyone was that united with nature. It actually formed a smirk upon her lips as she glanced out of the window. Careful there, she didn't want to start chuckling from nothing. Even if she had an active imagination, it wasn't really an excuse for weird trains of thought and open laughter in the library. *Gosh, I should at least attempt to be serious... might be impossible but I should at least give it a shot.*
Glancing back at Samson (just for the record, she felt like calling him Sam on the inside. She'd do that loud after the two had become friends... yes, she had decided that they'd become friends - therefore, it was going to happen, period(well, she wouldn't really give up until it happened)) Either way, as I was saying - glancing back at Sam, she noticed the slightly raised eyebrows. Now... why was that. She could use her imagination and figure out why it was that expression. Now, if she were in his place, she'd probably do that when a little surprised. But surprise could come from a ton of sources. It could have been caused by disappointment, by happiness... to be honest, surprise was one of the key elements when encountering anything. Even if subtle. So this didn't help in any way at all. She could actually feel her brain heating up as she ran through the many, many possibilities. You see, she was a sucker for philosophy so something like this opened a door to a million debates... but she had to focus on befriending the very, very interesting person in front of her. Just look at him... He really did have the CCFs! Stupid philosophy addiction.
"Hmm..." was her only response to that. She wasn't going to bomb him with questions because of her own curiosity. She was being friendly not annoying, thank you very much... and no, she was not yet annoying. She would know when she was. Yeah, that always worked.
Anyway, she leaned a little closer and peeked in the book. Oh? Poetry? She actually had seen this somewhere before. See, see! Another CCF! Looking up at the boy, she couldn't help but give a warm, friendly smile. "Emily Dickinson, right? That's a great choice, really."
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Post by samson on Aug 14, 2011 19:33:11 GMT -5
Samson didn’t go out of his way to make friends. Why would he when he couldn’t communicate easily with all of them? It took too much effort to hold a proper conversation with someone. Like this girl next to him. Maybe he would have made more of an effort if it didn’t require typing out his words into the phone and turning it to her. Still, he just wasn’t an outgoing guy. He didn’t prance around waving to strangers with a smile on his face. That wouldn’t change if he could speak. He’d even been a solemn child, though more energetic. Whenever he went fishing with his parents, he’d cast out and stare at the line, patiently waiting for something to bite. That was something that had stayed with him, patience. And so he didn’t immediately kick the girl away when she sat in the chair next to him. That, and he wasn’t a total jerkass.
As the girl looked out the window, she seemed amused by something. Though he hardly took noticed as he returned to reading, now keenly aware of her presence next to him. He was just waiting for her to say something else, and the thought was quite distracting. Now, he was more or less pretending to read. Maybe that would make her go away or at least keep quiet? If he gave signs of disinterest, generally people left him alone. He was just a mute Thunder student, not much to see there. He didn’t realize that she was at all intrigued by him, to him he was just some random, cheerful girl who plunked down next to him. Actually, that would make more sense than randomly coming up to some random dude in the library, but it still didn’t cross his mind.
After what seemed like a while of silence when he managed to read one poem she gave a response. Samson thought it would just be that. Any normal person would have gotten up and left, done with the silent boy. But no. She was still sitting there with a book in front of her that she wasn’t even paying attention to anymore. Again, it didn’t occur to him that she had just picked a book at random so she could pretend to actually be doing something. Samson didn’t lift his eyes from the book, and turned the page, trying to be pulled back into the words, his head resting on his hand.
Then she spoke again, and he lifted his green gaze to her face. Most people would be happy that there was someone out there who had similar taste in poetry and reading, something that they could relate to. But he wasn’t most people, and wasn’t about to write a long, drawn out explanation of how great Emily Dickinson was and what he liked about her writing and questions about what this strange girl liked. Poetry was a secret passion of his, but it wasn’t like he was going to tell her that. Instead, he fished out his phone from his pocket, opened the notepad tool, and typed out, ”Yeah.” Samson placed the phone on the table between them, then returned to reading. Just a simple one-word response that he hoped would deter her from anything else. If he wasn’t giving any effort, maybe she wouldn’t, either. But then again, he wondered if the fact that he decided now to take out his phone would make her believe she was getting through to him. What the hell is her name, anyway? Not like he was going to ask, because that was curiosity and encouragement—not something you wanted when trying to get someone to go away.
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Post by leonora on Aug 15, 2011 17:34:58 GMT -5
Oh, oh, he looked at her! He had green eyes. She hadn't really noticed before. And no, she didn't find it odd that she was staring right back with her blue ones and sitting rather close. Heck, she was getting friendly. Not friendly friendly but friendly-normal-friendly... If you know what I mean. She had no intention of groping the guy or anything. I mean, that wouldn't help the whole 'befriending' thing, now would it? Then again... would it? for a moment there she began yet another journey of thoughts about the possible outcomes of touching a boy she had never communicated with before... yeah, she would rather not do it. After all, she was responsible and adult-like now. Or at least she had to be. Either that or she got this leader thing a little messed up. Hey, maybe the earth element wanted her to party all the time and run around while trying to dance and drink tea out of the cup at the same time! Well, she had actually attempted to role down a small hill sideways, while drinking tea from china. Erm, it didn't really work, but if it counts for something, some of the liquid got in her mouth and she didn't break the little plate and the cup! Oh, she even rose her pinkie so bonus points for that! Then again, that was ages ago(last year).
She couldn't help but wonder if the guy would reply or not, so she just glanced over him a couple of times while he was reading. No, no, she believed it doesn't distract people. Honestly, for a second she was watching him like people watch those Giff images that do something stupid in a while. You know, the jaw a little loose, eyes wide and that stupid smile on their face? Yeah, not that pretty. Well, at least he wasn't looking at her. Only when she glanced away, ready to give up hope, did she see the unthinkable. Oh, oh, he was taking his phone! And then, she felt the need to imagine a drum roll at the back of her head while he typed. The girl subconsciously chewed on her lip, gazing at the magical process of typing on a cell phone.. it just seemed that more awesome if someone with CCFs did it, you know?
When he sat the phone between the two, she didn't hop on it at first. She was getting mentally prepared. What if there was something really important there?! A quote of life? A question? Perhaps a compliment?! Oh, maybe that piece of unknown text would be the wonderful start of a beautiful friendship! She was rather happy and excited at the moment. In fact, she could imagine that piece of technology even glowing and emitting this 'Church boy choir' background music, you know. As if to emphasize on something rare and awesome?
Feeling her heart race, she peeked at the screen. And there it went. She could hear her 'skipping hand in hand through a meadow of flowers' dream shatter into a million pieces. Sure, she was overreacting a bit, but she had hoped there'd be more. No biggie, the fact he even wrote something must've meant that he was trying to reach out to her as well! That was good enough for the girl. "I'm Leonora, by the way... Leonora Bluberie. But Blueberry or Nora works too... is it OK if I call you Sam, Sam?"
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Post by samson on Aug 15, 2011 20:40:56 GMT -5
Samson was very close to banging his head against his book. She was looking at him. Stop it. Sure, he had patience, but he wasn’t the best behaved guy. Even he had his limits when it came to girls who randomly come up to him and sit down like they were old friends. Did she want anything? Money? Conversation? Calm down, she’ll go away, just keep reading. It was hard to distract yourself when you could feel eyes on you, though. It was possibly one of the weirdest feelings in existence, right up there with hitting your funny bone and getting a static shock. Shock. That was something to keep in mind for the future. He smired a bit as his eyes moved along the lines. They took in the words, but he didn’t really understand them right now. Damn distraction.
He was praying the phone would deter her. Like ‘this guy is a complete antisocial douche bag, see ya’. Why couldn’t she be normal? Why couldn’t she just pick up her book and leave to go bother someone else. Someone who could talk back to her without using their phone like a normal person. But no. She was still there, and even though he didn’t look up to see if she read the phone, Samson figured she must have. Did the one word not chase her away? Apparently, it had the opposite effect than what he had desired. He didn’t want to be a complete jerk and not say anything to her. Dammit, why did he have to be a good guy? Maybe it would have been best to mind his own business like she should have been minding hers. But he had to go out of his way and write something for her on his phone.
The girl must have taken this as a gateway for introductions. Her last name…is Blueberry? Wow. Okay then. He wasn’t going to get all interested now just because she had a stange name, he still looked down at his book until this Leonora chick said his name. Well..his nickname that she didn’t even wait for permission to use. But that’s not what surprised him. Samson blinked at her. She knew his name. He took back his phone, and typed out the next thing for her to read, then set it back down on the table. ”How do you know my name?” He was a little bit creeped out, since he wasn’t some popular student. There was nothing really notable about him, except for the fact that he was mute. He didn’t get exceptional grades, he didn’t play sports, he was Samson Fisher, just a mute Thunder kid. What of it?
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