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Post by samson on Mar 10, 2012 20:13:04 GMT -5
 Samson wouldn't necessarily consider himself an over-achiever. He was a good student, that was for sure, handed in all his assignments all the time and got good grades. He was also impressive with his powers, though that was more of a need to somehow connect with his deceased father. It was him that had inspired him to aim for the greatest, and he supposed that's what he'd been doing. Maybe that's why he got to class a little early. He scratched the back of his unruly head of hair, yawning. Beatrice had kept him up late again, because she apparently did not give as much of a fuck as he did about his education. She had apparently heard some suspicious noises coming from the attic, and that night had given way to a paranormal investigation. He had to wonder how she got the energy to run her shop all day, but then reminded himself that she left most of the labor to him. Not that he minded, it gave him something to do. Well, he did mind when he had plans with Harley.
He couldn't deny that the redhead occupied his thoughts a lot, especially now that she had returned and had told him that her grandmother had fallen ill. As much as he was concerned about her, he didn't want to be the overwhelming boyfriend he'd joke around that he'd become. And he didn't want to tell her the reason that he wanted to meet her family soon was because he wanted to introduce himself to her grandmother before it was too late. Charlotte clearly approved of him, otherwise she'd have made threats against him or something, but he still wanted to meet the woman. As he took a seat at a table, the next few students to come in were some Water kids. A lot of the time he didn't really bother with them. Beatrice was one, and his mother had been one, so he had a firm respect for them. But he couldn't help but enjoy trolling them, considering his elemental advantage. He actually didn't mind their pranks as he knew a lot of Fires did, given their natural aversion and nasty temperaments.
A boy approached him and Samson lifted his eyes from the book he'd been flipping through. "You've got a lot of nerve for what you did to Ethan," he said, a sneer on his face. Waters were generally the outgoing, friendly type, but that didn't mean they couldn't get nasty with the enemy alliance. "Got detention for three weeks straight, even though it was your fault." He gave a pause as if expecting Samson to say something, but the Thunder just kept his gaze on the other boy, wondering if this was actually going somewhere. "What was that?" the kid asked, cupping his ear. "Oh right, can't say anything. Fucking shame that is." His two other buddies laughed at him, and Sam lifted his eyes to see if the professor would be coming in soon. There weren't other students around, but he wanted to know just how much time he had. He wasn't looking for the professor to save him, oh no. The guy rested his hands on the table and leaned in closer to Sam. "Think you're a big shot, but you can't even become the leader because...oh wait, were you going to say something. Sorry." He pitied the guys who thought he was a pushover just because of his disability. That was far from the truth.
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Post by chelsea on Mar 11, 2012 18:01:39 GMT -5
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be not afraid to love me
It was one of those days where nothing was going as planned, and every thought in her head was colliding, overlapping, and bouncing around so much that nothing even remotely made any sense to her at all. Everything was scattered here and there, and every time she picked up one of the pieces, it seemed to disappear into thin air, and then she'd find another piece to match and she'd forget what she was looking for in the first place. The reason for all the blue haired girl's confusion was probably because she'd had a rough night, and had woken up late. She had school, and she didn't think she'd packed her bag correctly, she'd forgotten to eat, so she was very hungry, and tired, and just generally in a bad mood. If anyone approached her today, they'd really regret it, because her annoyance at herself made her intolerant to everyone and everything, whether they were nice or not.
The small female was currently wandering down the halls of the school, thinking that maybe if she saw one of the classrooms she was supposed to be in, it might click in her brain, and then she would actually remember her day. This girl, Chelsea, was a hard working girl. She was persistent and competitive, and took pride in her work, but as she was human, she couldn't do everything perfectly, so on odd days like today, everything she tried to do seemed to fail miserably. Could she even really be classed as human? She could do things with thunder and lightning, and that was like a power.. Or magic. Did that make her a witch or just gifted? She shook the silly thoughts from her pretty blue head and turned right down the next hallway, her steps slow, her mind trying to fix itself on the memories of her past days at the school where she'd had the same lessons as today.
Now this all seemed very familiar.. Very right. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but it seemed good enough here. She peered in the classes, scanning it with her large brown eyes to see if there were any people she knew in that room. Nothing clicked as she moved from class to class, peering in every doorway, with no luck each time. It wasn't long before she came to one door though, which really irritated her to see. She could see one boy sat at a desk, with others circling him, taunting him, bullying him. Chelsea had heard about this boy. She knew what the others were talking about. The victim in the seat was in fact mute. He couldn't speak, and these dickheads around him were taking advantage of that fact because the mute boy couldn't defend himself.
Her eyes narrowed, as she stormed into the class at the last moment. She wasn't even sure if this was the class that she was supposed to be in, but she was definitely not up to watch someone being bullied on a day like today, when she was in a mood like this. As she approached the small group, she zapped the boy who was the speaker of the group with a low voltage electric bolt which wouldn't harm him too much, but would only shock him for a short second. She then slapped him with a small pale hand, and shot daggers at him with her eyes. She had no idea who she was messing with or what they were capable of. She had no idea of what element they were of, but she was willing to take a chance. "Does picking on someone who can't defend themselves make you feel big?" She challenged, making sure they had constant eye contact, even though she felt it to be awkward and weird most of the time, she was feeling confident at the moment, "I mean of all people you could pick a fight with to make yourself look 'hard, why someone who can't speak for themselves? That seems like a real pussy thing to do, to me. I think you should fuck off now."
The two glared at each other for a long moment, but then the boys went away, and the slender girl took a seat beside the boy. "Hey, are you alright? I'm sorry if you didn't want me to stand up for you, I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I really can't stand bullies.. Uh, I'm Chelsea by the way." She said sweetly, offering a small smile. It wasn't often she approached people and wasn't shy about it. Today she was just feeling more confident than usual, and that was probably because at the same time, she was really pissed.
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Post by samson on Mar 11, 2012 20:20:22 GMT -5
Samson wasn't really one to pick fights, and he was mainly just waiting for this to blow over. However, the leader comment hurt more than he'd care to admit. If it was different circumstances, he would have liked to become the leader. But as it were, an element wouldn't respond well to someone who had to communicate with them through text. What he hadn't been counting on was someone to come to his defense. The first thing he noted was the hair. Blue. She had blue hair. He lifted his eyebrow as he watched her shock the guy, hand propping up his chin as one hand stayed on the page. He couldn't help a smirk from twitching up his lips when she slapped the guy, though he did his best to pull a sturgeon face. She spoke to him confidently, and he didn't interfere to say he could stand up for himself, he just chose not to. He was just enjoying watching the Water douchebag being chewed out by a slip of a girl. His pride wasn't so important to him that he'd be an interrupter, especially because it wasn't as easy for him. "Here, let me just whip out my iPhone." Not so much an impact, and not very good when defending pride.
He watched the stare down with a rather amused expression. And he nodded approvingly when the Water student walked away, clearly with his tail between his legs. Or he may have just thought Samson wasn't worth it. A lot of people felt that way. He was as insignificant as a dust mote, a pore on the skin. This girl thought he was worth sticking up for at least, and he actually appreciated that. Some people just liked to talk to him because he was a speciman, and he usually fucked with those kinds of people. Playing charades, or if he had a notebook handy, pictionary. They may have had rather good intentions, but he never proclaimed himself to be a nice person. He turned his green-eyed gaze to her when she sat next to him, still mulling over the fact that she had blue hair. He lived with Beatrice, so he'd seen a lot of weird stuff, and his girlfriend could prove great entertainment, but he never became jaded to the ways of others. In a sign that meant he actually respected someone enough to communicate with them, he took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table between them. "I'm good," he reassured her through text, quickly spelling out the words, his fingers dancing across the touchscreen. He was pro at it by now.
She was fucking adorable for what she did, he had to admit. Maybe it was the knowledge that it didn't bother him too much that made him think that way, but she reminded him of a sister defending her brother in the sandbox. "I'm used to it," were the next words he texted out. He honestly was, ever since he lost his voice. It never bothered him too much. Some people could get nasty, but nowadays you needed to target other places to actually get to him. "But thanks. It's always nice to find people who actually care." He didn't have much of an opinion on bullying. It happened, it sucked, but that's what it was. A part of childhood, a rite of passage. And as much as school systems wanted to change it, you couldn't change personalities, whether it be the parents or the kids. "Samson," he typed out. "What element are you in?" He had to make sure that it was safe speaking to her, even in a classroom setting. People found out things, they talked, and it blew up. Usually into a war. He didn't want to deal with that stress again. It came from Harley's decision to switch sides, but he didn't blame her as much as he lamented it.
[moved this to "when you were young" because i somehow forgot it was summer. ><]
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