ALL YOUR HATE [SANDRA / SAMUEL]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we learn from all your hate The Words: 936The Outfit: uhm, jeans! The Notes sorry it's so awful. first thread with him! There was something rather haunting about the lakeside area that sent shivers down Samuel’s spine. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand exactly why he felt so uncomfortable around water, it being his biggest weakness. The thing with that Samuel however was that he was just such a little masochist, he went to the lake because water was his weakness and he had to overcome it. He would run his fingers across the rippling surface and study its unique form so that one day he could get a grip of it, reverse the natural way of things, have the ability to crush the powers of water and come out triumphant. He would be the strongest elemental that existed, his powers would be able to stir through the earth and condense even the largest dwellings of liquid. He would make his parents proud, prouder of him than they were of his elder brother, and then everyone would bow down to him. He liked the idea of himself being at the top of the world, having an army of admirers standing beneath him. Maybe he’d have Andy and Altair at his side, sharing in his fame and glory, his fuck buddy and his best friend taking on the world together, they were the perfect trio. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do once he took over the world, but something probably would have to happen. It was a day dream that he had to work on anyway, figure out his master plan and then somehow make the impossible happen. Samuel stretched out on the sand, taking in the rays of the just existent sun. Whilst there was a slight breeze in the air, it was one of the few sunny days that they’d had in May and Samuel wanted to take advantage of it. He liked to top up his tan when the sun came out because winter often made him too pale; this was just another aspect of his life that he was in competition with his brother over. Sawyer had the height thing down, overshadowing Sammy by at least five or six inches, so Samuel had to make up on everything else. He rested his hands on his bare stomach and glanced up at the sky, his mind drifting off elsewhere. He was kind of hoping that nobody would catch him down here, unless they were one of his friends or a girl, preferably a fuck buddy so he didn’t have to work too hard at getting her attention. A quickie in his break would certainly make the day go by a lot faster, especially since he had math next period, a class that he loathed almost as much as he hated the water elementals. It just freaked him out a little bit, their potential that is. Water was part of his everyday life and if a powerful elemental really wanted revenge then surely it wouldn’t be too hard; he drank water, he showered and bathed in it, he swam in it. Within seconds a water elemental could probably kill him or seriously mess with his life, or at least get him really wet. It was an alarming threat and a terrifying weakness; a necessity should never be so menacing. As for math, it was equally as menacing. There were too many numbers and even more complicated equations that he wasn’t very good at getting his head round, but he had to get an A in it otherwise there’d be trouble when he returned home, if he returned home; it would be pretty pointless making the trip if he didn’t ace all of his classes. His parents disappointment along with his brother’s taunting would probably make it the worst month of his life, no B’s were a failure that he could not experience. He didn’t look entirely out of place, sprawled out, topless, upon the sand by the lake, but he was alone. Nonetheless the day was still young and Samuel had an awkward habit of waking up early which usually meant that he was free to do his thing before a lot of his peers had even started getting ready. It was the only time in the day that he was got to be by himself so the time was relatively precious, even if it was just an hour or so where he could think about what girl he liked or how to get back at some lame teacher or, in better, more imaginative moments, how he could take over the world and be the most desired, respected, gorgeous guy there was. Sometimes he thought about how he could grow a few inches because 5’7 was definitely one of his most obvious downfalls. It was ridiculously embarrassing for him when girls were as tall as him, or taller as in the case of Altair, but he’d tried so much and so far nothing had worked. He’d drank a lot of milk for calcium, he’d taken vitamins that were supposed to help him grow but this seemed a permanent and humiliating state of dwarfism. He didn’t even know where he’d gotten this curse from; all of the males in his family were tall. It was like some sick joke that had been played on him, probably to punish his parents for having their mistake, not planning a child, or whatever else they’d done that wasn’t exactly wholesome. Either way, Samuel wasn’t happy with the result. He took in a deep sigh, tasting the fresh air as it entered his lungs, trying not to think about the seconds ticking away and bringing him closer to math class. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SANDRA HARU CHANG]

Sandra wasn't exactly in her right frame of mind lately. Alright, the girl was actually kind of a mess sometimes in fact -- no, she was always fairly emotionally stable, so she wasn't a mess in that sense or anything bad, but she was... easily distracted. The girl lived perpetually in a bubble, and if this was bad on any old day, it was even worse recently. It was kind of unprecedented -- alright, okay, it actually made complete sense when she actually thought about it, because she was kind of always feeling warm and fuzzy and happy these days. It was just her whole thing with a brand new relationship -- first relationship, seriously -- but Sandra was never one to question these things. Then again, the girl was generally happy and bubbly. It was just heavily accented these days when she got lost in her thoughts or something. All of this said, it happened pretty often, so it was sort of a moot point to wish otherwise. She wasn't going to complain -- at least she had an actual semi-excuse for herself whenever she zoned out in class... which was often, again. Sandra just wasn't very focused on the whole, it transpired, and this was a problem.

Luckily, she was able to leave her last class without getting detention or something (which would have been pretty alright, actually, considering that she'd seriously just try to take a nap in that time) and now... she had a break. Breaks were probably the greatest thing that had ever been invented, Sandra was pretty sure. They were an opportunity to... do anything, honestly. The Academy grounds were pretty big, so it wasn't like there was a shortage of places to be or people to talk to... but sometimes Sandra was just a pretty simple person, and in these times she liked to go take walks and such. It'd also, hopefully, wake her up from this half-asleep kind of stupor that she was in. She did, after all, still have a class in another little while, and considering her Math teacher seriously despised her, Sandra thought it would be a good idea to stay awake even if just to keep on the Thunder woman's good side... A walk would definitely wake her up she decided, and the lake was one of her favourite places to be. Maybe it was because she was a Water elemental and that was just what she was drawn to, but as far back as Sandra could actually remember, she had always loved the water. Part of it was probably growing up in Vancouver. Having a beach that nearby was amazing.

The lake here was of course nothing as fantastic as the Pacific Ocean, but it was definitely something. She knew that her fellow Waters had essentially claimed the lake ages ago anyway, even if there was nothing at all official about it -- it was much like how the Earths found their sanctuary of sorts in the gardens, and... well, okay, she didn't know what the other elements did. Either way, Sandra was perfectly content with the lake, and she looked out on the water as she walked. For some reason there weren't very many people out today, despite the weather being so nice -- maybe everyone was just busy, or there was something interesting happening elsewhere. Ah, well. Either way, she was enjoying herself just fine all on her own, and her mind wandered away to random thoughts about stupid classes and her boyfriend and what she might have for dinner that night -- and then she tripped over something. Sandra was clumsy, but not that clumsy. There was no way she'd tripped over absolutely nothing, and so it was with serious embarrassment and concern that she turned picked herself back up and turned to see what she'd tripped over -- a person sprawled out on the ground, apparently. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there --" she had already squeaked... and then she realized who it was, and Sandra almost gulped. "Uh. Sorry." Her voice took a harder edge -- she was still sorry to be sure, considering she'd just tripped over the guy's body... but her dislike (and okay, mild fear) was clear.

(oh no, your post wasn't bad at all <33 but flkdfa this was kind of terrible and rambly i'm sorry. :c i hope it's alright enough to respond to but sandra's just... a mess and all over the place and less talkative when she doesn't like people, heh.)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we learn from all your hate The Words: 1239The Outfit: Jeans The Notes SAMMY IS MEAN! I’M SO SORRY! A noise in the distance caused Sammy to look up. He wondered if maybe one of his friends had found his hiding place or maybe it was just some absent minded fool coming to annoy him; he hoped it was the former but given the amount of enemies he had at this academy it was probably the latter. Anyway he insulted people on their time, not his relaxation time. This was the time where he could kick back, chill out, get away from the politics (the politics that he usually stirred) of the Academy and forget about the rubbish, or rather day dream about the latest hot girl he’d seen and what he’d do to her. The silhouette wasn’t of anybody he recognised but then she was still quite far from him. She was obviously feminine, he knew that much, with dark hair and a petite form. From what he could see, she was pretty bangable but Sammy wasn’t desperate. He wasn’t going to watch her stroll towards him like a lost puppy, big eyed, his tail between his legs, no. He wasn’t that interested in her, she was just a girl and Samuel had learnt long ago that what Tom Cruise said was right – “good from afar, far from good” – it was a quote that he lived by. Girls never really paid off in beauty and sex, it was only rare that they had a pretty face and a hot body, so the chance was he’d think she was ugly or he’d hate her. If she was hot and he liked her then he could just play it cool and he’d probably be taking her right there against the sand within five minute. It was a flawless plan. Following this logic, Samuel shut his eyes and placed his arms by his side as his fingertips ground into the grainy sand. He hated its texture, especially when it turned cold after a little bit of digging. Samuel was all about heat, the hotter the better. This was the same with seasons too, he hated winter and always felt the need to wear ten times as many layers as his peers, where as in the summer he was in his element. He was always the happiest the hotter it got, in fact he was pretty sure that he could go to the surface of the sun and it would feel like a little bit of Heaven. He could imagine what she was probably doing right now, the silhouette heading in his direction. He supposed she’d be smiling as she admired his physique, probably thinking to herself that she’d never seen a hotter guy anywhere; Samuel had optimistic thoughts. He was sure that she’d be plotting out her next move, probably to jump his bones, in fact he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she leant down and kissed him. He could imagine the feeling of her lips against his, the pressure of her breasts as she pressed down on him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He licked his lips in conjunction with his thoughts, inhaling deeply as he awaited for his fantasy to come true. It wouldn’t be long now, just a few more moments and she’d be there, he could tell. Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his side, a weight topple over him and he could tell this was it. Except this was really weird, a lot more abrupt than he’d thought she’d be. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the brightness of the day, and then he turned to his side to see what was of his secret lover. As he locked sight of her, his eyes narrowed and his nose crinkled in disgust as if she were something that smelt really bad. He felt anger ripple through him like fire, it always felt like fire, as if it started at his heart and then like blood, stormed through every piece of his body, an aggressive pain that burnt him, finally exploding in his brain. ”You!” Samuel exclaimed loudly, as he worked through his personal humiliation. He’d been imagining that she would make him cum, but it was her! The girl who didn’t even deserve to be at the academy, the girl with the tainted blood. He felt sick at the thought that she’d touched him, even if it was just her foot stomping on him. It was the latter realisation that caused Samuel to sit up sharply, she’d walked on him, literally walked all over him. It was an insult to himself and his pride that he would not bear. If he was in the Shakespearean time it would be as if she had bitten her thumb in his presence. He could imagine the scene play out like something from Romeo and Juliet, ‘do you bite your thumb?’. After much pass and forth banter, they would draw their swords and battle to the death. Her voice caused a shiver to run down his spine, and he stopped thinking of Shakespeare. His parents had spent his lifetime training him, in academia, in combat, but somehow the academia had leaked into his flight or fight situation. He’d have to work on that, if he were to please his parents. ”You didn’t see me? No, you’re right!” Samuel replied as he stood to his feet, wishing he was taller once more, not for the cools of it but merely so he could over tower her by a ridiculous amount and make her all intimidated. ”Of course you didn’t see me, I forgot you’re blind, aren’t you?” he spat, a smirk forming on his lips as he slipped into the typical Sammy dick mode, remembering the very reason why he hated this girl so much. She was the daughter of a plain old human, her father had no element, he probably didn’t even know that there was a whole other world out there. The idea that an elemental would mate with one of those termites disgusted Samuel more than a fire mating with a water elemental, and that thought alone was unthinkable. ”Of course you are. You’re worse than a product of incest. In fact, I’m surprised your cockroach daddy even managed to conceive you with your dirty slut of a mother.” Samuel sneered, the conversation making him quite worked up. Sandra was one of the people his parents had warned him against since being a little boy, she was the vermin that he’d been taught to avoid, the plague that they didn’t want to catch on. ”You should go and drown your family and then drown yourself, or maybe I could do it. I’d love to see you burn to death, you sick fuck.” The way Samuel spoke was as if she’d greatly offended him, as if he was some self righteous guy who’d been fighting for human rights across the globe, and there she was a murderer or something, laughing in his face. No, he took human/elementalism very seriously, it fuelled his nightmares as a child and these days brought him sick to his stomach. By this point Samuel had already stood up and began to walk towards Sandra. He wouldn’t allow himself to think of the fantasy he’d been daydreaming about just moments earlier, instead his chest heaved for a different purpose. He was mad, seeing red to be more specific, and his target was right in front of him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SANDRA HARU CHANG]

Sandra wasn't the angry type at all. Actually, in that aspect of her she was much like the Earths, unwilling to fight or argue with people. It wasn't really pacifism, she didn't think -- she just scared easily, honestly, and she didn't like getting hurt on any kind of level. It was like she'd seen on an episode of Fairly Odd Parents one afternoon, really bored out of her mind -- sticks and stones may break my bones, but words leave psychological wounds that will never heal... and both things sounded extremely painful and undesirable in every way to Sandra. Whatever the case, whatever her reasoning behind this was (though she never thought about it much)... this was probably one of the worst situations she had ever managed to put herself in, at least in a very long time. She knew Samuel Brenston from a couple of classes, considering they were in the same grade. Sandra wasn't really a fan... actually, she wasn't at all. She had put up with bullies and jerks and assholes before, but Samuel was pretty close to what, in her mind, she'd consider all the evil and wrongs of the Earth. He wasn't just a bully... He was actually a psychopath, from what she figured -- an elemental supremacist, completely deluded as far as Sandra was concerned. None of their encounters in the past had ever gone over too well. Fuck. Sandra rarely swore -- thought it wasn't necessary most of the time -- but this was the first word that came to mind. She didn't say anything when he recognized her.

Sandra cleared her throat but even that was feeble as she just stared at him, her lips drawn together tightly so that she could hopefully avoid saying something. Her eyes were wide -- she seriously just wanted to run away before he had the chance to try anything (saying something or doing something) but she didn't. She didn't know what he would do if she did. It just didn't seem like a very good idea, though. When he rose to his feet she was at least glad that he wasn't some kind of giant -- he couldn't have been more than a few inches taller than her actually, but this didn't do much to make her feel better. "Not blind," she said to defend herself, but otherwise taking the insult without fuss. "Inattentive maybe. Nobody walks around staring at the ground." He had been the one lying on the sand after all, though she knew that it was her fault for tripping over him in the first place. She should have just been watching where she'd been walking. Damn it, Sandra. She really shouldn't do that. Still, she thought that his words and his tone of voice were pretty unwarranted, but she didn't say anything. Personal insults were no big deal to Sandra -- she'd dealt with being picked on a little bit enough as a kid to know that everyone who talked big like that was seriously just being a jerk. Thus far, Samuel and whatever he wanted to start... They weren't even worth her time. Sandra took a deep, measured breath. Personally offended or not, she couldn't help it if she just... god, hated him so much. Everything about him made her angry. She wouldn't even have been able to articulate any reasons why.

If she had been irritated or scared before, this turned straight into anger with miraculous abruptness at the words worse than a product of incest. Sandra knew where this conversation... uh, if it could be called a conversation, was going. She clenched her teeth together. Don't go there, don't go there -- He definitely went there. "Shut up, you don't know anything about my parents." Samuel could talk quite as big as he wanted, but Sandra would never trade her family for the world -- not her human father or her Water elemental mother and brother. There were times when they all got on each other's nerves, she was sure, but all in all she'd been raised in a good family. Sandra knew that, and she would defend her family to the death or pretty damn close to it. This guy had no right even mentioning her parents. "My dad is a person, if you have a problem then you can take it somewhere else. Or just -- don't talk about things you don't understand." She was nice, but not timid -- and certain things really did get Sandra. There were few people she knew who thought like Samuel, but this was probably just lucky -- she could keep her overall naivety about the world. Times like these were very different, though.

She took a few deep but shaky breaths, feeling the heat rising to her face as she looked at him, her jaw still set and her eyes wide. She didn't know what he was thinking or planning, if he was seriously crazy enough to even attempt going through with what he said, but Sandra was pretty convinced that he was crazy at this point. "I'm sick?" she repeated, her eyes narrowing just a little before her face returned to its default expression around Samuel -- a little bit angry, mostly worried. He was scary. "You're..." Her voice faltered when he approached. She took a few hesitant steps back. "You're the one who's talking about killing people." Sandra had what she thought was a very sensible approach to people like this, but it didn't make much of a difference when holy shit, she was more scared than she had been in a long time. She really didn't get into fights. "Stay away from me," she said, her voice stronger like it meant much of a warning to someone like Samuel. It probably didn't. He was crazy.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we learn from all your hate The Words: 1060 The Outfit: Jeans The Notes Yeah this post is kind of rubbish, sorry about that! Samuel pursed his lips as she refuted his statement, he couldn’t quite believe what she was saying, that she literally hadn’t seen him. It was one of those rare occasions that he realised that to some people, he didn’t actually matter, or he only mattered as much as they hated him. He didn’t like Sandra either so he wasn’t going to go and cry it over, but it was a little bit eye opening, and a little bit insulting. Samuel had everything, he came from a very important family, or so he liked to think, he was intelligent and he wasn’t that bad looking, there was really no reason for her to not see him. It wasn’t like he was stick thin, he didn’t just blend into the sand, he was a physical form, a solid shape. ”Is that what you’re telling yourself?” Samuel asked as he nodded his head, his eyes glinting with a smirk. ”If you wanted to touch me, you could have just asked. I mean I would’ve said no but it would be better than some weird kind of virginal dry hump, or whatever the fuck it was you were trying.” he laughed, his voice boastful, arrogant and mocking. He didn’t really believe what he was saying but arrogance was a trait that he could rely on no matter the circumstances, and it wasn’t totally out of the blue anyway given what he’d been planning with her silhouette. He was in a difficult position because he kind of felt sick at the idea of having sex with Sandra, her being what she was, but then the thought that she might not find him attractive was equally as disturbing. Nobody liked being insulted for their appearance; it wasn’t like your personality, something you could hide. It was constantly there, constantly on show; she’d already walked all over him, one more knock to his pride and he’d probably end up doing something he may, or may not later regret. A smile broke out on his face as he saw her anger result from his words. He was good at winding people up, digging deep and finding the source of their insecurities, and when he hit jackpot, he often struggled to lose his smile. Sammy was the kind of boy that would grin during a telling off from a teacher, or a friend telling him where to go, the only people who his smile would fade for was his parents; getting told off from them was certainly no picnic. Winding up Sandra on the other hand was one of Sammy’s favourite past times, at least it would be after today. He kind of imagined himself there with an audience behind him, each word spoken sparkling with wit and suave, the audience would cheer and she’d break down in a mountain of tears and end up begging him for mercy, or some crazy thing like that. He liked the idea of being worshipped and having power. ”Actually, I do.” Sammy replied, savouring this moment, it was sweet to his mouth. He learnt a lot about his fellow schoolmates through his parents. They’d ask who he was in classes with, and then they’d scoop out all of the gossip on them, that and the fact that his peers liked to talk. Sammy had a good memory, he tried to store everything he heard to bring out on a later date. ”I know that your mom’s such a whore that no elemental would even look her way, never mind fuck her.” he stated, this little piece of fiction from his own imagination. He supposed you’d have to be pretty desperate to go off sleeping with someone who was not of the elements. He giggled as she went on about her father being a person, it was inspiring really, but Sammy liked to put on an act and he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t such a bad way to spend his morning. ”Your dad is a like an ape, I bet in a couple of years they’ll be testing out experimental drugs on him or something, at least if I get my way. Can you believe your mom fucked an ape?” he questioned, his grin widening. ”If I was you, I’d probably saw off my face just to get rid of any resemblance to him.” Moments like these helped pass the day, and the sun was still out therefore his tanning was probably still in motion. He knew that when this little battle finished he’d get to go and see his friend, maybe eat something, and they’d all laugh about how he destroyed Sandra, how he left her sobbing her heart out or something. He’d be called a hero and an asshole all day long, and then he could ring his brother about it who would probably laugh. He laughed as she took a few steps back from him, the blood rushing quicker around his body, his energy building. It was this kind of adrenaline rush that excited him although he kind of wished Sandra was a guy so he could just go punch her or something. Fighting water with fire never went too well for him but physical fist fights sometimes did, but even Sammy was a bit hesitant about raising his fists to a girl. ”I’d like to put fire in your daddy’s lungs, burn him from the inside out and watch him scream. Why don’t you give me your address and you can watch me do it?” he asked her, his grin turning satanic. Sammy’s threat was pretty idle at the moment, although he would like to hurt her father but he didn’t want to lose his powers over the element, being stripped of them was probably his worst fear. Still her father deserved pain and so did her mother. He grabbed a hold of her wrist as she told him to stay away from her, doubtful that she’d actually do anything. ”Why are you telling me to stay away from you?” he asked, pulling himself closer to her, ”You walked on top of me, you want me don’t you? You’re so attracted to my full elemental heritage, quick wit and handsome features, aren’t you? You just can’t get enough of me.” He was enjoying himself, bigging himself up was definitely one of Sammy’s favourite hobbies, especially to an enemy. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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Sandra had dealt with many an arrogant asshole in her lifetime, or at least put up with their presences, but this was on some other, hellish level. Samuel just cut to the chase, not bothering to beat around the bush, and she couldn't tell if this was better or worse. It was also hard for her to tell whether or not he was actually being serious, if he believed in everything he said as much as it sounded like he did. Sandra was generally an honest person -- very straightforward. Her attitude, whatever it was like, didn't get in the way of things that she was trying to do or say, because she found that it was just always better to be nice and polite and honest with people. "It's the truth," she said, not bothering to sound angry. It was no big deal so long as she knew the truth. "I was not --" She didn't even know how to finish the sentence, her face going red at his words. What the heck did she know about sex? Nope, nothing. "Why would I want to touch you? I don't even like being in the same room as you!" She didn't much like being in the same building as him either, and when said building was a huge castle, this was really saying something. Besides which... she did have a boyfriend, and she really wouldn't have given him up for anything or anyone, let alone a delusional asshole.

Her eyebrows knitted together for just a brief second when he said that he did, in fact, know things about her parents. There was a brief moment of panic -- but then, she realized, he couldn't possibly actually know anything bad, because Sandra's parents... well, neither of them had any kinds of heinous pasts. Besides which, even if he heard this through some kind of ridiculous elemental gossip -- it wasn't like either of her parents had much to do with the world of elementals. Her dad never had, and her mom all the way over in Vancouver certainly didn't have many ties to people like Samuel and his family. His words were just made-up garbage, but she felt what temper she had flare up anyway. "My mom doesn't need them. Definitely can do a lot better than anyone like your parents." She wondered what kind of people raised a kid like Samuel, with all of his delusion and hatred of everything in the world. "I just told you my dad's a person, shut up." Sandra would have liked to believe that being nice to people would be able to get her out of most situations, but as she had learnt throughout her life, it didn't always work. Some people were just deadset on being arrogant and antagonistic and awful to others. "And maybe you should saw off your face to start with, that way nobody will have to listen to your stupid nonsense anymore." It didn't really make much sense, or at least she didn't think so, but Sandra had never claimed to be particularly good in an argument. She didn't do well in situations like this -- she just got... panicky and shrill, and that was about to come in at any second and she could feel it and she didn't like that feeling at all.

His laugh was actually kind of ridiculous in the sense that she didn't know what to make of it, except that she was scared. The fact was that she didn't know that much about Samuel, apart from the fact that he was delusional and an elemental supremacist and a Fire and crazy. She didn't know if he was actually crazy enough to even legitimately consider the things that he said, because she knew that this happened -- people usually weren't as serious as they sounded with this kind of thing, but it set her on edge. "No, what is wrong with you?" she asked, her voice shrill -- oh, there it was. Her fear was just obvious now. His grin was evil and scary and mostly she wanted to turn and run away fast, but she didn't. The possibilities of all the things that he could do scared her -- she sucked in her breath sharply when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. She should have left while she had the chance. It was a regrettable decision not to now. "I've never met anyone I'd rather be around less," she told him, trying to yank away her wrist, but at the same moment he pulled himself closer and she just took another shaky step back. Sandra meant what she said, too. "If having two elemental parents and being smart and attractive," she said, emphasizing the two words sarcastically, "mean being an asshole then actually I think I'm good. Let go of me." She tried again to pull her arm away.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we learn from all your hate The Words: -- The Outfit: Jeans The Notes Sorry it took so long to reply! Samuel was enjoying his playtime, it was becoming more rare that he was allowed off his leash to attack, usually there was some kind of prissy teacher around ready to swoop down and stick their nose into the situation before he even opened his mouth. He supposed he could do anything he wanted here, right now, as long as he stuck loosely to the laws and didn’t burn her to a crisp. Murder was probably going a bit too far, plus Sammy understood more than most that sometimes words pierced deeper than a blade. After all he’d spent his lifetime testing out the theory on other kids in the neighbourhood and then on his classmates, and he’d had the unfortunate experience of constant put downs by his parents and comparisons to his brother; those probably hurt his ego more than anything anybody had ever done to him before. But like his parents had hoped, he’d learnt an important lesson from them; yes, that he wasn’t as good as his brother but also that you had to find the soft spot in a person, their weakness, and then you had to exploit it. Samuel cocked his head to the side and looked at her curiously, raising his defined brows by the second as he considered her words. Why would she want to touch him? It was probably a rhetorical question but Sammy’s arrogance whilst in confrontation exceeded the size of his ego, it was at the brink of exploding; the question couldn’t be left unanswered. ”Why wouldn’t you want to touch me? Look at me, I’m like your dream guy, no, I’m everybody’s dream guy. My chiselled jaw, my firm chest, twinkling blue eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was your wet dream.” he stated crudely, moving his hand each time to meet the matching body part to his speech. In truth, he was kind of a little embarrassed about what he’d been thinking of her before, and also a little bit intrigued but he didn’t really want to think about that. He’d rather think she was wanting him and he hating her than anything else. Samuel didn’t quite expect her to insult his parents so when she did he was taken over, first by shock and second by rage. How dare she say her mom was better than his parents? His breathing deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to calm himself down, to put a prison cell around his body to stop him from running at her as his eyes burned intensely into her skin. But Samuel wasn’t good at self control, he was better at acting upon his emotions, in fact he was notorious for it, so he dropped his self created barrier and ran for her, his arms outstretched towards her. When he crossed the short distance between them, he used his strength to push her backwards. He hoped she’d fall, he wanted to see her in pain, he wanted her to take it back. ”Don’t insult my parents!” he growled, speaking through clenched teeth. ”If you speak shit about my parents again I’ll punch you, I swear to god I will knock you out!” Samuel threatened, a threat which he usually kept especially for the boys but this was a special circumstance. He wanted to attack her as she told him to saw off his face, his blood already heating up with anger. He’d never hated anybody so much in a long time, although Samuel’s feelings of hate were not entirely reliable. He felt things strong, and perhaps in an hour once he’d calmed down he would see things different, but at the minute, in the moment, he felt like he hated her. ”Don’t talk shit, if I sawed my face off you’d cry yourself to sleep. I know I’m the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.” he scowled bitterly. As her fear started to intrude into her voice, Samuel started to feel a little bit better about the situation. He’d scared her so there was no need for him to get all angry, he could just try and enjoy it, and even enjoy the heavy beating sensation through his head as adrenaline powered through him. He allowed himself a shaky laugh as she asked what was wrong with him, she was really freaking out and he’d done that. If his parents were here he knew they’d be proud of him. ”Nothing, I’m utter perfection. When I was born the doctors were considering freezing me so they could preserve my perfection. They decided that as I got older, I’d be more perfect so they let me live.” he replied dryly, a lie obviously. Samuel grinned as she tried to yank herself free from him, she was being feisty, reacting to his touches. ”Why would you want me to let go of you when you’re probably orgasming right now?” Samuel asked, positioning a wink in her direction. ”Do you really think I’m an asshole, or do you just want to see my asshole? I think it’s the latter.” he questioned, once more playing up the crude game. He let go of her wrist however, curious to see what she’d do now. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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Her eyes bored into him as he seemed to consider the question. Was he really going to think about it and actually provide an answer? That was some straight-up arrogance that she couldn't even begin to understand. She knew that Fires on the whole were pretty proud, and so that must have come with the territory, but it was still something she'd never in a million years figure out. It just wasn't the way Sandra would be able to live life, not at present and not ever. "Because you make me sick, and that's why," she said, and it didn't sound spiteful or angry or as disgusted as she felt or anything to that effect, actually. It just wasn't her way. She was just being honest, and she didn't need to yell at him to do that. The crudeness of his words made her cringe a little but she tried to keep composure -- she was just innocent-minded all in all, but there was no way she could bring herself to be attracted to Samuel in any shape or form. He was awful.

She knew that she'd crossed a line when his mocking and confidence turned into actual anger, and she was legitimately scared when he started running toward her. There hadn't been much distance between them in the first place but she wasn't exactly used to fights, and she didn't even really know what to do -- she just stayed frozen, rooted to the spot. Even though it wasn't like his rushing at her hadn't been fair enough warning (or as close to it as she could expect from him) it came as a shock when he actually pushed her, hard. He wasn't particularly big or domineering -- though he was, of course, bigger than her -- but he was a hell of a lot stronger, and she wound up on the ground propped up on her hands, shaking a little as she reeled from the shock. Under her palms she noticed that the sand was damp. Oh yeah, that's right... They were by the lake. She didn't have time to register what this might mean for either of them, though, weighing the pros and cons for herself, because Samuel looked furious and it actually legitimately scared her. "I don't -- I wouldn't --" she spluttered, trying to find a way to articulate her thoughts while she was kind of panicking a little. Would he actually do anything more than that? Maybe he would. People could be really messed up.

"I don't know your parents," she said finally, forcing the words out as she got to her feet. Sandra didn't want to be attacked again, but though she could feel her eyes kind of stinging -- no, that wasn't good at all, damn it -- she refused to beg and grovel just because some jerk wanted to push her around. "But I know that my parents never taught me to blindly hate people." Her upbringing hadn't been perfect by any means, nobody's was she was pretty sure, but... it was pretty close. She could at least say that she wasn't as awful a person as Samuel Brenston, and that did make her feel way better about any situation. Really though, her parents had been pretty great, even if -- thanks to the Academy -- she very rarely saw them anymore. "No. You're not. You're probably one of the ugliest." It really wasn't an intelligent thing to say at all considering how much he seemed to care about looking good, but it was the first thing to pop into her mind. Was he really that awful-looking? No, she wouldn't say that, but on no level was she okay with him personally, and that made a world of difference.

There had to be so many things wrong with him that she didn't even know where to start if she turned around and asked herself the same thing. His own answer made next to no sense as it was, but this seemed pretty on par with the rest of what he said. She was just as angry as she was scared, but she was unsure which side was winning out. It was probably the scared side, considering she hadn't done anything to lash out at him, not apart from using her words, and really she was just defending herself. Maybe some of those things had been out of line, but in the end -- she was fairly certain he'd deserved all of it. Sandra didn't lie, either, at least not often and not about things like this, not in serious situations. "What are you talking about? That doesn't even make any sense," she said, unable to come up with a better argument than that, but it wasn't like she was being dishonest. The wink and his choice of words made her sick, but god he had to be so disturbed, and there was nobody around and she was fairly certain that whatever he wanted to do, attack her or whatever it was, he'd probably be able to overpower her no problem.

Sandra's first instinct was to put space between them as quickly as possible, and she tried to yank her arm away at what seemed like the precise moment that he dropped it -- the sudden release made her stumble backwards a few steps, but she was just glad for the distance. It was made better when she felt something and looked down to see that she was ankle-deep in water. Water. It brought with it a new sense of boldness. "No, I'm pretty sure you're just an -- an asshole," she said, the words faltering for a second mostly because she was just so unused to saying them. It wasn't like Sandra never swore -- but she didn't really make a habit of it, and it was rarely directed at actual people. She didn't think she had ever hated anyone before as much as she hated Samuel, though. "So don't touch me. Don't even come near me. Ever." There was an entire lake behind her, she remembered, and that knowledge alone was calming, even if it wouldn't last long.