I feel like I should be waiting for some more people to post, considering that I posted just a few posts ago. But, I can post in response to Claire I suppose.
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Eh, not too good, but that's okay! I'm glad to be back home now and get back to my vacation.
Sam Cross
Sam couldn't get over this newly found anomaly. She could not be burned or hurt in anyway by fire! She had tested it everywhere. She had floated the flame from her lighter all over her hands, her arms, her feet, her chin, her hair, and most frightening of all, her eyeball (that had been a thrill!). The woman suffered none from any of her encounters of fire. What did this mean? Could this be some kind of sign? Maybe she should become a fire fighter and do something useful in work for once and save lives! She looked at herself and she knew she didn't have the muscle to back it up, but still! This was such a neat trick! She just wanted to run out and run into a fire (she never thought she would say that before).
However, something began to contrast the warm and pleasing flame upon her skin. The wall that she was leaning against, sitting on the counter of sinks, began to suddenly grow very chilly, as if suddenly she was leaning against a refrigerator door. This was all very displeasing to Sam and she scooted away from the wall and hopped off the counter. Just as this occurred, a frost began to make itself known, coating the tile walls. The mirrors squealed from the sudden change in temperature, and the sink heads clicked softly as frost began to grow from the pipes. What? First fire and then ice? Was she responsible for this? No. For some reason she knew that this wasn't her doing, and telling from the fact that it was only effecting this wall, she had reason to believe that the sudden winter frost was emanating from the bathroom next door. "What the..." the woman whispered under her breath. More strangeness, she had even gone to the restroom to avoid this kind of oddity, but it obviously had not worked. Well! Better investigate she thought with a great amount of annoyance.
She crushed and threw away her cigarette in the trash and turned on the driers on her way out (in hopes of circulating the smoky air to rid of any evidence). Sam unlocked the door and made her way out, just as another woman did the same out of the men’s bathroom… well, that was odd (most woman didn’t go to the mens restroom, but she supposed it was her doing… -cough-). That wasn’t the only strange thing though. The woman looked at the large moon mark on the woman’s head that shined with light. Sam’s eyes grew wide and she could only muster, “Hey! Whoa. You’re… uhm…” Then her mind came back to her game, League of Legends and she shook her head for a minute. “Please tell me your just cosplaying Diana from League and please give me a logical reason for why there is ice growing on the wall connecting the boy’s and girls restroom…” Despite the fact that she wished to be given a non-crazy explanation, she was pretty sure her answers were going to be anything but.
@DFA Yep! That's exactly what's going on. XD
Leave it to Sam to lock up the bathroom!
Sam Cross
Sam waited a great deal of time before her muffin was served. In that time she had the ability to take a chance to breathe and look passively at her surroundings. Not only did this help to calm any irritation she had (thus reducing the heat to a minimum, perhaps to just a heat of a slight sunbeam, barely there), but she also got to witness a fair bit of oddness (as if she needed anymore of that this morning!). A man sat at a table and just about a minute later a shield suddenly came to appear (out of thin air) resting on the wall. The woman blinked back at the oddity, and the moment she opened her eyes again, it was gone. Her shoulders sagged and she rested her face in her hands, rubbing at her eyes and head, giving a slight groan. Good. Now she was seeing things! She was already 100% done with all the strangeness that was going on and seeing yet another thing to make her think she was crazy just made her almost exhausted. You were just seeing things. She thought to herself while sighing, That's what being a druggy in your teens does to you...
Finally she lifted her head just in time to see an odd flickering man enter the room. He looked almost like part of him seemed to kind of lag behind and leave a choppy and vague after image of himself. She blinked again, hoping the apparition would disappear just as easily as the first had. Nope. He was still a laggy lad after she blinked. So, it was now that Sam began to stare with curiosity at the person, and she also noticed that a few people in the restaurant were stealing glances at the man as well. Could they see what she saw? Why was no one saying anything? Would it be rude? Just to go up to someone and say, 'Uhm, excuse me, sir, but I think part of your own personal image is being distorted around you. It is unsightly and is disturbing some customers.' Despite all of this, she snickered at that thought. Still, once the joking was over she groaned and rested her head against the wall of the booth she was sitting at. She let her eyes close shut, hoping to shut out this new found world of crazy. Perhaps she should do what every average, upstanding citizen would do about a mental health problem (which she may probably have) and get it checked out by a psychologist. Well, Sam was not an upstanding citizen. Instead she would catch a smoke as quickly as she could (probably in the bathroom of the cafe) and head home to start drinking booze to make her sane again or something like that. Good plan! She could almost pat her own back at how great that plan sounded.
Suddenly, she heard the man who called her 'goth girl' begin to recite the Muffin Policy line for line again (however, she criticized, not with as much gratitude and pep as the one before). He placed the muffin down to her and she began to examine it with a very pleased expression. At least one thing was going right today and at this point she didn't even care if the douche had knocked at her pet peeve. She had seen too much crazy today to be really bothered anymore. He asked if there was anything else he could help her with as he began to sweat up a storm. Sam noticed the muscles underneath and wished for a moment that she could be so committed to get up and work out, but she didn't salivate over the things. Sam noticed it just as one might notice a nice hairstyle; she knew it looked nice on him, but she didn't feel not one bit of lustful hunger. Without a beat, she said, "No, I don't want anything else except for you to get under some fans or something." The woman began to scoot out of the booth with her muffin and she began in the direction of the bathroom. Just in case the guy thought it was odd she just said as she passed, "I feel very self-concious when I eat muffins. It's like eating bananas or sausages, just too erotic for some people. Makes me uncomfortable." She said that last bit, feigning irritation, as if that was a struggle she faced on a daily basis. She also said it for the sake of her own odd humor. She walked away from the man, her face hidden now, snickering at herself, imagining the look on the guy's face. Aw, man, she could be an odd ball sometimes.
She slipped into the bathroom with her muffin. She called out if anyone was in there, but right now it appeared that there wasn't a soul in the bathroom, not in a single stall. Good! She smiled and turned to the door. Sam found a dead bolt and locked it, closing up the bathroom from the outside world to be her own little smoke box. The woman took a seat on the sink counter, sat the muffin (under its napkin, on the counter, and whipped out a box of cigarettes. She took one of the deadly little tubes and stuck it in her mouth, followed by a flourish of her taking out a lighter and lighting the end. Sam took in the smoke and exhaled it with much needed relief. She sighed and rested her head for a moment on a tile wall behind her and kept smoking along. Her mind began to wander to the fact that she had not burned from the boiling coffee and a thought sparked to mind. She flicked some of the end into the sink, stuck the cigarette back in her mouth, and took out her lighter again. She flicked it on. Sam was always one to try anything for adrenaline, and this risky behavior was no different. Besides, if anything bad happened, she had a sink of water next to her to ease the pain of any burns. Cautiously she brought the tiny flame closer to the tip of her ring finger (she figured that was a finger she could afford to loose). Even as the appendage was right next to the little fire, she felt no stark heat, just a pleasant warmth. Then, she steeled herself for the worst as she quickly thrust her finger into the flame and then back out. Sam felt no pain. Her finger wasn't damaged or even reddened by the flame. Sam began to then put her finger into the flame more slowly and left it there for a second or two before pulling it out. Still nothing! A smile slipped on her lips and she began to flick the flame on her hands, on her arms and there were no burns to be had. Who said that it was bad to play with fire?
@Zelosse He should get a notepad or something. Maybe that will help!
@Eklispe Yeah, sorry about that. I will change it. Honestly, I didn't think that he was looking at her that way either, but it seemed that Leon had that impression too, so I was just going along with it. It's going to be easy to change my post, but I'm not sure how easy it will be to change his. Maybe Alex can just be like "uhm... no, but whatever." idk
Sam Cross
Sam stubbornly kept working on the mess, still going over in her head how she was appalled at the unprofessionalism that the man had displayed in hitting on her. I mean, she got it a lot, but that didn't make it any less annoying. Perhaps in a way the whole musky and brainless words 'you're hot' were a pet peeve of hers. Now, her second pet peeve was being called a 'goth girl'. She hated the expression because that was how people referred to her so often. She was punk, scene, or grunge, yes, but a goth girl? The label really triggered her to no end. Did she look like she was 17, had shitty makeup, no self-esteem, a horrid taste in rock music, and had a never ending hate for the world? Perhaps that could have described her during her rebellious teens, but she had evolved from that to something more sophisticated as she grew up. She had perfected her makeup, though dark, to a look of something like a makeup artist would do (she had practiced very vigorously and she liked to think of makeup as a secret hobby of hers). Having been bullied and gone through a lot of shit in her teens, she had come out of it with not necessarily a great deal of confidence (but still much more than before, being able to stand up for herself), but with instead an air of not being one for BS. Her music repertoire had expanded and refined, and she simply held an annoyance for annoying people, not the whole world.
So! Though the dude had stood up for her in a way by trying to get the ogler away from her, the fact that he used the term 'goth girl' just turned her off completely from his act. She looked up from her cleaning to see him with a very unhappy look on his face. He was probably just doing the deed purely out of the fact he was pissed anyway. Annoyance sprung to Sam's gaze again as she looked at the man.
Fortunately, for some reason the Hercules guy felt that he had some balls enough to propose fist fighting the newer man. She was kinda dumbfounded by the fact that they would start a fight just over some coffee, but when he said it, the other man moved back to the counter. Honestly, she didn't really like either of them, but at least having one gone made her in a bit of a better humor.
She thought that she was just going to finish up the job herself. However, the man decided, despite having been given venom by her earlier, that he still wanted to help and lifted her laptop (which she had been having trouble getting around). She gave him a light look of grudgingness, like a wary feral dog to a human trying to pet him, and went along with the cleaning. The act seemed more genuine with him acting out of kindness despite how she had acted toward him. At the very least she wasn't bothered by this move and was actually, to some degree of stubborn admiration for it.
'Oh, and it's Leo the Lion, madame.' He had corrected with a comical amount of pride. The name hit her ears and she paused in wiping around with her rag, and blinked at the silliness of a name that he seemed so dignified about. Sam just couldn't get over the ridiculousness of the name. In her pausing she let a tiny smile slip across her face, never looking up from the table, before going about cleaning again, shaking her head a little. "Oookay, Leo the Lion." She held back a bit of a snicker. (See! She wasn't all bad!)
Soon enough, the coffee was cleaned leaving a steaming towel in her hands (though again she felt not one bit of burning). She handed it carefully over to Leo the Lion who then folded it neatly. Right when she thought the silly boy was going to leave, he stood at attention to her and began to recite their Muffin Policy. The emphasized gratitude she knew wasn't of the kindest nature, but the notion of getting a free muffin actually made her eyebrows come up with a bit of surprise. She hadn't known anything about this free muffin clause, and there was nothing she liked more than free stuff. Sam gave a pleasantly surprised and kind of "hmm, not bad" expression. "Hmm, no lie, that's actually pretty awesome." She didn't give quite a smile, but she definitely looked pleased about the unexpected compensation. He went away, but not before asking her to wait until he got back. No worries! She wasn't just going to walk away when she was being given a muffin. However, she was somewhat confused when Leo entered in again with no muffin and was more concerned went over to do other things. Maybe someone else was getting her the muffin?
No spoilers! I haven't seen it yet.
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