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Post by samson on Nov 6, 2011 21:01:13 GMT -5
He tilted his head in consideration of Lark’s words. ”Ninja lessons. Wonder where I could get those?” Sam turned to the passerby, and nodded enthusiastically as if to include her in the conversation that she had no clue about that. It was a little difficult to text and walk, and he remembered that the first times he’d attempted it he had to keep looking up to make sure he didn’t run into anything. However, he was pretty good on that front now, keeping aware of his surroundings while moving his figners along the keyboard. It was kind of like growing, how when you’re a kid you learn how to write and spell. He just had to learn to text fast and not fall over while doing it. Of course, he could enjoy a silent stroll, which he usually did. He may not have been into nature, but it was nice just to be outside in the sun, even when the temperatures were so cool. Soon would be winter, his least favorite seasons. He loved the ocean and swimming and could be comparable to a Water student. You couldn’t swim in the winter, and therefore it had become the bane of his existence. For months he would be eagerly awaiting summer, when he and Beatrice would be going to Newfoundland. He was going to ask Harley if she wanted to come along, but…
Samson exhaled lightly in his form of a laugh when she said that she was up for helping a friend. Someone who could speak would most likely have sarcastically said, “Good.” He would have, actually. But as it took effort to type out and sarcasm wasn’t easily translated, he didn’t bother, just smiled as she gripped his shoulder. She asked what kind of car he was looking for and he shrugged. ” Any kind.” That was the truth. He didn’t know much about cars, really. After all, his interests actually lay in antiques, not that anyone knew that. Well, unless they’ve been in his room. Not that he was a complete idiot when it came to vehicles, even though he’d been sheltered from them, in a way. ”Used, most likely,” he added to the end of the sentence. He certainly wasn’t rich, even though he worked for Beatrice. If he saved up he may get a lot, but there was a lot to worry about in getting cars, that’s for sure. Insurance included. ”So it looks like I’ll need your bartering skills.” If she could haggle with some underhanded cars salesman, Sam definitely wanted her on his side. It was amazing that Lark could keep the smile on his face this long, but he guessed that’s the effect his friends had on him. ”I know. I feel like a rebel.” In some small moments, he wished he could speak. That way he could belt out the chorus of “Breaking the Law”. But he could only answer her next question with a, ”I don’t know, I’ve been hanging around seedy establishments. Talking to hobos. Wanna shake their hands?”
He could tell that her home situation was a difficult subject for her, and why wouldn’t it be? No one liked to talk about what was plaguing them in their personal life. Well, he was pretty open when it came to his friends, but he didn’t usually have drama to talk about. Except for Harley, but that was a new addition to his plate of drama that was usually empty. He tried to steer his thoughts back to Lark so he wouldn’t linger to long on love lost, and after all this time, it really wasn’t getting that much better. Still, he was concerned about Lark and that made it easier for him to pay attention. He knew she wouldn’t debase herself and tell him everything that was going on and how it made her feel. Sam wasn’t her therapist, after all, he didn’t need to know the details. He just needed to know that his friend was all right.
The Thunder boy was actually glad to hear that she liked the shop. It was his home, after all, and a place where he spent a lot of time. ”I’m sure Bea would love that,” he said, his humor apparent in his green eyes. Yes, his adoptive mother would appreciate Lark embracing all that is weird with the world. Probably why he got along with Lark, as well. He liked some strange things,. Growing up with Beatrice, she must have infected his brain. ”The three of us can have a jolly good time with a graveyard séance.” He was smiling, but actually serious. Beatrice would very much enjoy a séance, and had forced Samson along quite a few times. He had stayed up for a séance the night before he found out about Harley. He decided not to take that dangerous train of thought. So he focused on her when she patted his shoulder, glad that she was actually taking him seriously. ”Of course. We all need refuge, right?” His home was definitely a safe place, one where she was welcome to be any time. Because he wanted to help his friend during what must have been a difficult time.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 7, 2011 12:47:16 GMT -5
Lark took to rotating her feet about ninety degrees, now walking backwards down the sidewalk and facing her good friend with a smile. It was a strange habit she took up somewhere along the way, but it made her feel different. She loved different; anyone could tell by the way she dressed and acted. Her shoes scuffed across the pavement as she attempted to keep her feet off the ground. “I could teach you how to be a ninja,” Lark said with a serious expression crossing her features. “I have mastered the art. Sadly I left my ninja outfit back in my dorm room; otherwise I would show it to you. It’s pretty sweet.” After a moment she chuckled and bumped into someone. Lark turned her head to see who they were, but they pushed on through on their way to an unknown destination. She shrugged her shoulders and continued to smile, shaking her head. “Some people and their manners, I swear! They need to watch where I’m going.” Lark rolled her eyes dramatically.
It felt nice to be useful; Lark never had much to offer to those she had friendships with (not that there were many friendships to offer much to) and quietly the girl felt honored that Samson would ask for her assistance. She nodded to acknowledge his car preferences—it was simple and easy to work with, she supposed. “An old car with no particular make or model, gotcha.” Lark noted aloud to the both of them, pretending to scribble on her hand. Her tongue stuck out slightly as though completely focused on writing. “Wow, you sure did narrow it down. I mean, we’re gonna have a difficult time finding you a car with this. Why do you have to be so damn picky?” Her smile was bright and there was a light and humorous tone to her voice. Why couldn’t anyone else run with her humor like he could? Lark would certainly have way more friends to hang out with, and then she would not feel so guilty for lurking around Sam so much. He did not need her hanging around all of the time, even if he offered. She made a dramatic bowing gesture at his request. “I’ll do my best to get you the best old car with no particular make or model.” Again, she bumped into another person, but this time they turned and glared at her.
“Watch where you’re going!” They shouted indignantly before shoving past, nearly knocking her over. Lark flipped off their retreating back with a satisfied glint in her eyes. “No no, you watch where you’re going! I’m tryin’ to walk here!” They continued to walk, ignoring the girl. Once that was said and done, she turned her attention back towards Sam, smiling. “Sam the rebel…kinda catchy actually.” Lark mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I’m not sure I wanna shake a hobo’s hand though…I might get some sort of weird disease.” Her face scrunched up a little at the thought, a grin still playing on her features. At least someone could put up with her for more than five seconds—otherwise she would be lonely and miserable all of the time. As Lark stepped around a pole, the scent of coffee and food wafted over her senses. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air; Lark could feel her stomach grumble at the thought of food. With a childish glint in her eyes, she turned around again and stood in front of the coffee shop. Its aroma was enough to distract her from the fact she was standing right in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking people’s way.
When Sam spoke again, her attention perked up and she focused her gaze on him again, still gathering a group of glares and stares as she continued to stand there. Lark was always into the weird and unusual, so the offering of a séance actually sounded really intriguing. The girl tilted her head a little and nodded, smiling again. “I would love to do that. I’ve never done a séance before so…definitely a first time for everything, right? And if it will make Beatrice happy, then you can certainly count me in. Just tell me when and I’ll be there.” Some people might have assumed the boy was joking, and he might have been, but Lark was serious. Something as awesome as a graveyard séance could not be passed up. It actually made her feel like she had plans established for the near future. That did not happen very often, unless it was school related. “Yeah, we all need it. So if you need anything, don’t hesitate to come to me, okay? I’m always here.” With a slight hop in her step she opened the door to Timmie’s, gesturing him to go inside. Normally the guy would hold the door open for the girl, but Lark was not exactly the type of girl to appreciate such acts of chivalry the way others might. Thus, it made no sense for Sam or any other guy to do anything of the sort. “Ladies’ first,” Lark poked with a grin.
[Wow, Lark was feeling talkative today. XD]
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Post by samson on Nov 8, 2011 18:30:12 GMT -5
Samson stuffed his hands into his pockets when Lark turned to speak to him, walking backwards. It wasn’t a very safe thing to do, but he wasn’t about to shift his friend back to face the other direction. Whatever floated her boat. Especially since it would be easier to show his phone screen this way. ”And where do I purchase a ninja outfit?” he wrote out to her, simply holding it up for her to see. Walking like this was definitely more convenient, actually, and though his responses were pretty much quipped as usual, it encouraged him to write a little bit more. Someone bumped into Lark before he could text out anything else, however, and he almost reached out to steady her but she seemed to be fine. It wasn’t his job to baby her and hold her hand. So he simply smirked when she sarcastically commented about people’s manners.
At Lark’s statement, he gave her a thumbs up. He really had no preferences whatsoever. As long as he didn’t have to keep going old school or get a pair of roller blades, he’d be happy with a tin can on wheels. ”Because I need a fabulous ride for my fabulous self,” he texted, shaking out his hair as if to emphasize the fact that he was fabulous. As long as Beatrice doesn’t find out, we’re all good. She’d probably have a conniption if she found out that he’d purchased a car. He made a mental note to ask what the hell her problem was with vehicles, anyway. Beatrice didn’t mind airplanes or renting cars, but owning one was somehow a form of evil. He didn’t understand the woman most of the time, and he didn’t really make an attempt to. He just considered her to be a good friend/owner and didn’t try to question her…parenting. If it could be called that. Despite what some people may think, she did an excellent job in rearing him. Didn’t even have to get books—not that he was a problem child anyway. But she seemed to know what exactly to do and say, as if she knew him better than he knew himself. ”Very good. Be on your way, peon,” he wrote when Lark bowed. He might not seem like it at first glance, but Samson was indeed able to joke very easily.
Once again, Samson paid little mind to the person Lark bumped into, waggling his fingers at the passerby. ”I sound like an outlaw,” he remarked through his phone, thumbs starting to cramp up a little again. But he could deal. If it meant conversation with a friend, he was willing to suck up anything and ‘speak’ in his texting way. ”Like hand syphilis.” Lark really didn’t give herself enough credit. By nature, Samson wasn’t very friendly. He was chill when you got to know him, but he was more of a dick than anything. In true Thunder nature, he was pretty isolated and would rather do busy work aroudn the shop than go out and shake hands with random pedestrians on the street. And like Thunders, he was also spiteful if crossed—which is probably why he took to Jolene so quickly. Not only for forgetting, but out of bitterness. His girlfriend had cheated on him, it wasn’t something so easily forgiven. The vindictive part of him wanted the redhead to see her ex with his new girl, happy and kissing and doing as a couple should. Because that is what she lost, that was what he apparently wasn’t good enough for.
Samson guessed he and Lark were a good pair—she was a bitch and he a douche. Neither had problems with blocking people off from entering Timmies. ”I’ll hit you up next time she suggests we camp out,” he wrote. Since that’s usually what ended up happening. They stayed up until the sun rose, and if it was a school day, the Thunder boy dragged himself to the Academy and tried not to nap in a lot of classes. He was a good student, but when you had to live with Beatrice, certain things couldn’t be done. ”I’ll make sure it’s a weekend,” he added on, thinking of this. Beatrice took great joy in dragging innocent schoolchildren into weeknight antics, however, so it wasn’t like he could promise Lark. Not that she’d probably mind. She might even skip school, he didn’t know. It was simply his choice to walk in each day after such an event. ”Got it,” he wrote simply, rotating his thumbs after lifting them off the keypad. When the girl held open the door for him, Samson twirled a piece of his curly hair as he strolled in and went up to the counter to order. As he usually did—luckily to a new cashier each time—he observed the menu behind the woman for a moment before gesturing vaguely to it. ”I’m sorry sir?” she asked in confusion. He gestured again, acting as if he were exasperated by her not understanding. Playing off his muteness was something he enjoyed to do, even though this was something he was sure Beatrice wouldn’t approve of. With an exaggerated sigh, he used his phone and she gave him a strange look before going off to get his coffee and wrap. He waggled his eyebrows at Lark before she got her chance to order.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 8, 2011 21:22:18 GMT -5
“Oh, you can’t just get a ninja outfit anywhere,” Lark smirked, looking up at the sky briefly; it was about to rain, or snow. One or the other. Either one was not very pleasant if you had to walk all the way back to school, but Lark decided that she would take it in stride today. She was enjoying the company of a good friend, and thus felt it was necessary to try and focus on the positives. “You have to earn it. Once you’ve mastered your ninja skills you will earn your outfit.” The girl had no idea how earning a ninja outfit even worked, if you did earn such a thing. It was amusing to have such a random conversation none the less. Lark glanced at him and laughed—something that she rarely did, especially louder than a faint chuckle—and shook her head at his hair shaking antics. It was funny to see, being as Lark did not come across many guys with hair like Sam’s, and to see him wave it around like a girl was priceless. “Of course you do, Sam. I mean, Fabulous Sam.” Lark teased with a glint in her eyes. He was quite the good friend, so his new title was not completely without truth. If anyone could handle Lark, then she silently admired them. It could be difficult sometimes, and she knew that for a fact. She was gruff and aloof and often times did not give a shit about people she was not fond of or familiar with. Luckily Samson received the smiling, talkative, humorous and protective side of Lark, and that was not about to change. A bit of an ass he may be, but she was equally guilty and Lark did not plan on holding that over his head. At his next comment, Lark passed him a playful glare. “Hey hey, if you send me by myself I’ll come back with a unicycle just to spite you.”
Lark had seriously considered becoming an outlaw herself—not like those guys in the old cowboy films, but more like leaving all of this behind and doing her own thing and earning money her own way. Sure it sounded a little questionable, but the girl was tired of lingering day to day and wondering where life was going to take her next. Lark was eager to try and set her own path…but for now that was not going to happen. For now she would lurk in the shadows of the school, do her class work the best she could, and enjoy time with the few friends that she did have, whenever they had time for her. “Psh. Not only am I a ninja, but I’m an outlaw too. I can teach you the outlaw ways…although touching hobo’s hands might give you a good shove in the right direction.” She smirked as she walked into the coffee shop after Sam, nodding at his next text message. It felt nice to be invited to something, even though it was not in Lark’s nature to outwardly say so. “Excellent. Hopefully before it gets so cold that we turn into human icicles. That would kinda ruin the entire experience.” Although she was quite sturdy in getting her school work done, Lark was not always one to follow the rules. If it did not please her, then she would be the one to say ‘fuck it’ and walk away without looking back. Classes were placed in that same category, so if the séance was during the week it was fine by her. “Whenever she sets it up I’m game.”
The line was completely non-existent as they approached the counter, Sam making his order first. She could not help but smirk devilishly as he pointed to the menu, clearly fucking with the poor employee standing behind the cash register. Lark had to admit that if she were mute, she would have just as much fun because you could easily get away with it. What else were you going to do? Be nice to everyone you came across and waste your time texting everything you wanted to say? It would get boring, surely, and after a while it was more fun to silently toy with their heads. That being said, Lark was extremely grateful that Sam gave her the time of day, and cared enough to text her. She could enjoy a good silence when the time arose, but it was not always a necessity for the girl. Lark knew Sam was capable of being a spiteful asshole, but that was not always the case towards his friends. Possibly if he were in a bad mood, but then again Lark could not blame Sam for that. When she was in a bad mood, the world better look out. Lark was the typical fire elemental, and was not afraid to show it. Finally Sam gave up his mind game and showed the woman his texted order, and while she went to prepare his order he turned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. Lark chuckled and nudged him in the arm as she approached the counter. “You’re ridiculous.”
After a moment the cashier was replaced by someone else while they prepared Sam’s order, Lark clearly eager to get her order made. She was hungry, and there was food to be had. “Yeah, I want a hot chocolate without chocolate, and a slice of coffee cake…hold the coffee.” Her expression was flat and rather serious; the cashier looked up at the brunette female, who was clearly bewildered by the statement. Lark simply smirked and shrugged, glancing at Sam in a ‘So how’d I do?’ sort of way. If he could screw with the cashier, then so could she. Yeah, it could use a little work, but hey…she was trying to learn from the master. They rang up her order and she forked over the cash, stepping away from the line to allow the next person through. Lark could have sworn she saw a flash of relief on the cashier’s face—it was quite satisfying. “Hmm…well, I need to try harder next time,” Lark pointed out, referring to her order. “Not quite the expression I was looking for.”
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Post by samson on Nov 9, 2011 19:30:30 GMT -5
Sam knew only a little about ninja, and that was mainly from shows and books. Still, he didn’t think they had to earn their outfits. After all, they needed their black clothes for sneakiness. ”Or I could just steal them.” Not a very honorable, ninja thing to do, but they were just joking around. Still, it would be a good occupation for the mute. He didn’t make much noise anyway. Even just walking around. He often made Beatrice practically jump out of her skin by popping out of nowhere. Usually, he didn’t intentionally do it, though it was in his nature to do something like that just to be an asshole. He was just a light stepper. ”Fabulous Sam I am,” he texted out, like he was writing for Dr. Seuss. Samson was being ridiculous, but with friends, that was quite all right. They understood ridiculousness. He lifted an eyebrow at her threat. ”Hell, I’ll just become a street performer.” He didn’t know how to ride a unicycle, but Lark didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know was that he was actually in a spectacular mood. Not that he was grumpy all the time, but usually it didn’t show. When I was around Harle— He didn’t even finish that thought, and quickly shooed any memories that may have come along with it away.
”An outlaw and a ninja? That’s an oxymoron.” After all, ninjas served somebody, and he lifted his eyebrows in challenge. ”I don’t believe you.” Samson focused his attention on his surroundings for a few moments. People, of course, the cars driving by, diesal fuel in the air thanks to a bus. Now there was a chill in the air to add to the sights otherwise common, like winter was giving the world a warning. Well, it felt like a warning to someone like Samson who didn’t quite enjoy the freezing cold. Why did summer end so fast? It seemed like yesterday he could sit on the beach or swim in the ocean. It really went away too soon. ”That’ll be interesting for the police to find in the morning.” The weather was certainly changing, now with the leaves in all their shades of brown and gold. He tried really hard not to hate the snow because it was pretty, but the fact that he had to suffer the cold along with it…no thanks. In any case, he was glad to hear he could bring a friend to suffer with him. It would definitely be them huddling in parkas as Beatrice lit candles and recited from an old book she said came from her ancestors. And whenever he inclined his head and raised his eyebrows, she refused to say who these ancestors were.
After his fiasco of ordering, Samson’s nodded his head as if considering Lark’s words. Yes, he could be ridiculous when he wanted to be. But there was really nothing that the cashier or the shop in general could do about it. He was honestly waiting for the day they sued, and he could play the disability card. It may have been a horrible and base thing to use something like muteness to make others around him uncomfortable, but that was their own fault. If they in some way pitied him or was nervous around him just because he couldn’t talk like other people, then too bad. It wasn’t his duty to help them acclimate, he didn’t even want people to. He kept a perfectly straight face as Lark ordered, not even his eyes showing his amusement. The cashier must be having a rough day, too bad the teenagers didn’t really give a shit. Maybe he should have felt more sympathetic toward others, but he really wasn’t the kindest guy. He gave Lark a thumbs up when she looked at him—discreetly of course. Meanwhile, he took the lid off of his coffee to blow on it and cool it off.
When she came over to him, he used one hand to text out, ”It was decent. Of course, it was obvious what you were doing. Try to be…subtle with your douchebaggery.” If he could say it, he would have spoken it like a professor in a lecture. Sam was surprised that the cashier didn’t just roll her eyes. ”You did good in staying serious,” he added on. That’s how you sold it, by not cracking up when you got a reaction. Samson himself could have carried out his trolling, but he was hungry, and with that thought he found a table for them, not bothering with a text to Lark. She could figure out what he was doing, she wasn’t simple, after all. When he sat down, he began working on his wrap, the lid still off of his coffee so it could cool down before he attempted to drink from it. Especially when eating, he was one to enjoy a comfortable silence.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 10, 2011 16:50:49 GMT -5
Lark shook a finger at him, clicking her tongue. “Shame on you Samson. Stealing…” Her eyes were still glinting playfully as she watched him, rolling her eyes halfway. “That could demote you from your ninja title, you know.” During the war, everyone was on edge and itching to throw a punch or two at their enemies, even if they were not entirely warranted. There was a lot of anger and anxiety wafting through the halls of the academy; it was so heavy that it could choke you out if you stuck around long enough. For Lark, however, she was able to escape all of the bull shit and spend time with a genuine friend who wanted to escape just as much as she did. Where would she be without someone like him? Friendless, unfortunately. Passing a blissful sigh, her mind drifted to childhood at Sam’s Dr. Seuss rhyme. How she wanted to go back to when life was simple; there were no wars, no powers, and no estranged relationship with her parents. Lark offered him a smirk at the rhyme but said nothing—her mind was running in several different directions. It did make her laugh at his comment about being a street performer. It was really hard to drown in your thoughts when you were in the midst of a good friend. “I would love to see that,” She prodded with a raised eyebrow of her own. “I’ll even pay the full admission price.” Sam could be a unicycle rider for all Lark knew, but she highly doubted it and thus the image of him floundering around was quite amusing. If he got hurt that was a different story. Sadistic and cruel she may be to her acquaintances and enemies, but not Sam. Maybe in a playful way, but never would she wish pain upon a friend. That would be a little counterproductive to her protective and loyal attributes.
“You don’t have to believe me,” Lark chirped happily as she shifted around on the sidewalk with ease as though her eyes were located on the back of her head. “One of these days you’ll see, and you will bow down to my awesomeness.” A gust of wind brushed past her, making Lark chatter her teeth unwillingly. Damn, the cold was approaching faster than anticipated. Lark hated all of this cold weather—it put a damper on her mood and made her lethargic. It was strange that she accepted to go to this outing with Beatrice and Samson in the middle of this freezing weather, especially on an all night escapade. Then again, it was well worth it. Not many people invited her to go places, so she silently soaked up the invitations like a sponge. Lark decided not to tell Sam that of course, because it was not really necessary to say out loud. That and he probably did not care. He was a good friend and hopefully did not need an incentive to invite her to go somewhere without feeling some sort of pity. That was the last thing she wanted, was for someone to pity her. It was a waste of time. “That would be interesting, but luckily if we need a fire I can offer one of those up really quick.” It was not yet fully mastered but it could do in a tight pinch. As long as she didn’t blow something up or start a forest fire, then all would be well.
While awaiting her order, Sam educated her on what she would consider a bit of a fail on her part in attempts to be a bitch; which was weird, considering she thought she did a pretty good job over all. Although…normally her bitchy attitude was more in the area of calling names and degrading people with a bitter scowl and narrowed eyes, malice lacing her words. Sam was merely good at fucking with people using his muteness, which was somewhat hard for someone who had a voice. Silently she admired his tactics, but outwardly Lark frowned a bit with a muffled scoff. “Alrighttt…so I suck at it.” It was very unlike the girl to admit to a weakness, but it was not one that could be pinpointed and attacked relentlessly. Thus, she felt it was safe. None the less it was still a bit out of character for Lark to openly admit failure. “I’ll try harder next time. I will simply watch and learn for now.” Then she added as an afterthought to his complement, “Hey, I’m always serious. Always.”
Samson soon got his food and went to get them a table, and after a few more minutes Lark finally received her hot chocolate and coffee cake. Part of me was actually kinda hoping they would try and make my order the way I asked… She thought with a bemused expression on her face. Gripping the cup, the brunette turned and made way for the table and sat down across from her good friend. She opened the wrapping of the coffee cake and bit into it eagerly, glad to finally have some sustenance. It was even more enjoyable because she was not eating alone and she was away from the war. Silence hung between them peacefully as they ate, both content with their situation. Finally her thoughts were able to drift for a moment; she loved the company of Sam, but she had somewhat of a lone wolf type personality and did well with quiet moments every now and again. Lark set down the last piece of the cake and sipped her hot chocolate, turning her head to look out the window. It was amazing how quickly the temperatures changed going from out there to inside of Timmie’s. Hawaii would be perfect this time of year. Surfing would be a great relief from all of the stress she dealt with here in the Hollow and at the academy. Without thinking much about who was around, she placed her hand under her chin and muttered towards the window, “One day I will finally be able to get out of this place...”
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