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Sam Cross
Sam shifted her weight from one hip to the other as Artemis declared that her point seemed to be 'fair'. That sounded good, but these words felt so neutral and tense. It gave Sam the feeling that she could never tell when Artemis meant what she said, or said it for some other reason. The way the other woman worked... it was like you could see the cogs in her mind whirling and spinning, only the action was too fast and so concealed that you couldn't tell exactly what these components were doing. It honestly puzzled Sam, but she decided she wasn't going to try and analyze Artemis too much. It was just so much easier to react to people at their face value than pick and dig at it in hopes of discovering something different.
The dragon lady began to have a little smile glide to her face as the woman claimed that she was refreshingly brutal, but on the inside, she shrunk a little at the word 'friends'. She wasn't exactly upset the prospect of Artemis being a friend, but it made her feel awkward with an underlying sense of fear. There were quite a few terms that she used and were comfortable with: acquaintances, allies, people of likemindedness, bros, work mates, or even fuck buddies. All of these terms she was content with, but 'friends' tainted her with an entirely different feeling. A flutter would stir in her stomach and a lump slowly build in her throat as her eyes would dilate and frantically roam away from the person in question. Friends was way too close. Friends would mean that they could reach out with their hand and feel tiny pores of brick or invasively finger into the cold, wet grout. Slowly they would be able to grope at it and discover the bricks upon bricks that she had laid to build her wall. It didn't stop there. Then they would feel compelled to viciously scratch and pick at the corners of the stone, chipping at it little piece by little piece, ruining the morbid masterpiece that she had nurtured for years, cradling it close around her heart. At hearing this accursed F word she inwardly inched behind her monolith, timidly peeking from behind it, like a child from behind a doorway. On the outside, Sam tried to play the absentminded use of the word 'friend' very cooly. "Uh, yeah, no problem. We're cool, man."
She was about to walk away as Claire arrived, to be interrogated on manners of the heart, but all of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder. Not expecting the contact, she shied away from the intruding pressure, and turned to face it. Her eyes widened and her fears were momentarily forgotten as she was acquainted with flashy streaks of electric pink. "Oh, hey!" A flirty little smile dawned on her cheeks which probably looked like the expression of grinning idiot, but whatever. "You came!" She fully turned to the other woman, seeing Liam coming through the door out of the corner of her eye. She didn't pay him any attention yet, though, all of her attention now on Vicki, who was probably the hottest thing in the room. "I figured you might want someone to talk to if you were still having a hard time with anything or just needed questions answered."
It was at this time that Clarice declared that she was inviting everyone to a sparing session. It sounded like a load of fun (though perhaps a bad idea since she was still far from having control). She would need a big space with some well controlled flammables if she did go. If she couldn't catch anything on fire, it greatly reduced her chances of winning, she knew that for sure. However, she was completely invested in the woman in front of her. Whatever Vicki wanted to do, Sam was already happy to go along with it. She just really wanted to get to know her. "Hey, what d'ya think? Fighting sounds pretty rad, but I think I'd be just as happy chatting with you for awhile." Sam's own eyes were soft with shallow infatuation, but also held the same fire as usual, making for almost a smoldering look. Even the heat around Samantha seemed to shift to match the warmth of her gaze.
I will try to get a post out tomorrow.
Sam Cross
Sam was not disappointed one bit by Liam yet again. Indeed, this reaction was probably even better than the last one she had received. He blushed harder, he struggled to clear his voice, and his words came out in the cutest and most naive little stutter. It was SO CUTE. It was like one of those videos where a baby dog is walking so normally and then, for no reason at all, the little thing keels over and is left to flail around pathetically. The boyish laughter that shot from her mouth was sure to wake someone in the building some how, but she didn't even think to care. Her expression switched swiftly to innocence as it seemed that Liam was onto her antics. She stepped into the elevator alone with Liam avoiding her gaze before the elevator went down. It was here that he said something she hadn't expected. She could keep them! Her expression, however, overdid this surprise before she cried out. "Oh, Liam~" She started to break character, snickering as she said this last bit. "I will cherish your boxers, Liam until the day I die!" It was with this she doubled over in laughter, once she recovered she went back to normal. She was finally done with her teasing... for now. "For real though, thanks! These things are so airy and flowy. They really are comfortable." The elevator opened and she made her way out of it, the bottoms of her newly acquired jeans dragging the floor over her bare feet. "I actually realized I have a thing to go do. See ya later, alligator!" The old man at the desk looked at her in confusion, looking her attire up and down and then back to Liam. Sam caught on the desk manager's confusion and went along with an act, one last tease for Liam. She pointed her finger at herself and then Liam, before using that same finger to make an obscene gesture with her other hand which made the circle of an 'O', one finger thrusting into the other hand. After this gesture, the old man looked shocked, frantically darting his eyes between Liam and herself. With that she finished her message by enthusiastically giving a big thumbs up with both hands, before exiting the building.
Aw, man, that was fun, but now she had to get herself home. Luckily, the White Supremacy was parked a few blocks away. She expected herself to be drunk by now, but not once did her step falter. That was weird. She didn't even feel a little tingly feeling. Hmm... Well, she dismissed it for now as she climbed into her paint chipped, white jeep with fast food and soda cans taking a large residence on the passenger side floor. Whipped out the keys out of her purse (which she had managed to grab) and drove on back to her apartment.
Once she was in her apartment she didn't feel one bit sleepy and there was so much to work on! Though it was cool, her powers failed at life today. She needed to work on it. So with that, she took off the saggy clothes she was wearing and climbed into her small fireplace that she never used and began to get to work.
Sam needed to start out small. Perhaps she could try fireballs and work her way up. She tried to urge her mind to will a fireball on her fingertips, but to her shock, flame never came. Samantha's face dropped, trying again, unable to make the fire appear. What was going on?! No way, no way had she lost her powers. Her mind, stress tainting it, pushed to try to will the inferno to come onto her hand but none came, frustration mounting. In panic she kept trying, and grunting, and growling at herself to have it work. Her frustration mounted and grew until she lashed out, punching the back wall of the fireplace. The brick shook greatly, dust and ancient ash falling down on her. Then, a light emerged from the cloud, emanating from her hand. A flame! Fuck yeah! Her joy, however, soon snuffed out the light she was so happy to gain, disappearing.
Oh... now she got it. She could be hot all she wanted, all the time, but to actually bring the inferno out of her she had to spark it with anger. You know what, Sam was pretty sure that was going to be fairly easy for her to pull off. One Youtube video of the political debates later and she was set. All night she struggled to work on possessing a fireball. There were so many aspects to it that she had to get roughly right before it worked. Getting herself coated in fire and having it spread chaotically out from her; that was easy. However, getting her abilities to work was very different from what you'd think. Once she had that spark of anger, the flame was there and vicious. That part was effortless. She used no energy in making flame. What she heavily had to invest her own will and energy into was keeping the fire down. It was not like she was pushing, but it was like she was using her will to pull instead. It was like trying to tug to keep a hyper dog under control. More energy was used to actually make the flame do what she wanted to do, in this case form into a ball.
By about 3:00 in the morning she had it mastered, but she felt very very drained. Sam could now feel the chill of the room and she shivered, though not near as bad as before. She crawled into her bed and wrapped herself in her patched, old comforter and eventually fell asleep.
--- The next day.
In her dream she had been lifted up. In waking she had felt as if she was falling back to Earth. The falling feeling forced her to violently twitch awake, breathing heavily, her eyes darting everywhere. Her heart pounded hard for a long moment as she gathered a few facts. 1. She was in her bed. 2. She was okay. 3. She had been dreaming. With this knowledge the woman calmed, sighing in relief. Her phone roared with a Chewbacca ring tone that told the groggy woman that she had a text. Sam stretched for the cracked iPhone, reading the text with a blurry gaze. Looks like Noxious is on the move. It was from Liam. How did he know this? Sam shrugged, texting back an answer that she gave little thought to.
Let them move. If we need to we'll just go on and fuck those Noxus guys up.
With this, she climbed out of bed, the flickering light still dim from her heavy curtains. She was just fine to keep it that way. Sam turned the TV onto the news, the audio roaring to life as she prepared a shower and gathered some clothes together. The woman jumped in the shower, keeping the door open, and the TV was loud enough that she could still hear it. One of the stories that came about was a large volume of crows in the area. When she heard this a chill went down the Demacian's spine, her hairs rising on the back of her neck. She peered out from the shower curtain to look at the TV to see an image of the city center engulfed in crows. So that was what Matt was talking about... With an odd feeling of rivalry she brought herself back into the shower which was now a good deal steamier. Then a second story caught her attention. Apparently they were showing a video that had been taken from a train. It showed a man running along side the train, form blurry, but green flame trailing his feet. Sam peered at it and realized that the figure was definitely the man who had almost cut open her stomach the previous day. The woman groaned, resuming her washing. People weren't going to be happy about this. Oh, well, Sam didn't really care. She'd stay out of it if she had to.
She climbed out of the shower and pulled on her clothes, including a pair of torn skinny jeans and a Foo Fighters t-shirt. She also slipped on some non-matching socks and her favorite, black combat boots. Despite her casual attire, her make-up was going to be all out today. Sam skillfully coated her skin to make it perfect and painted deep red lips. She drew on some sharp eyeliner on her upper lid and some more eyeliner to line her bottom lid and smudged it a little. She dried her hair, now clean from ash and wood chips and let the damaged mess be down for today.
Sam had no desire for coffee, but she had a guess as to where she'd find her new acquaintances. That was the only reason she wanted to be at the cafe was to now indulge in her new addiction of being part of something so big. She walked out the door and brought out her phone and decided to text the number of the cute girl (that she had gotten from Matt). She now knew that the woman's name was Vicki. Sam texted her this:
Hey! This is Sam. Just dropping a little hint. Anyone who's anyone with abilities goes to the Wi-Hi cafe on 7th. See you there?
She went into her jeep and drove to the cafe, parked, and made her way in. As she expected, she did, in fact, recognize some people. She saw Claire and Clarice, who she waved to, Liam behind the counter, and Artemis. She walked over to Artemis, wanting to investigate whether they were still on good terms. "Good morning, Artemis. Now, I'm not here to apologize, because I still stand by what I did." She paused for a moment. "But, you left pretty peeved yesterday and I just wanted to check in. Are you cool? Are we cool? Cause I'm cool with you if you're cool with me, okay?" She went on. "I just didn't like how you were so cold to someone who was needing help, but if you're past doing that kinda thing, I don't see why we can't go back to how we were."
@Ambra Ah, I get that. Make the decision that's right for you. -nodnod- Have you found more time lately?
@TheWinchester4
Whoa! :o Sam's flirts are super effective!
A tingling sensation bubbled up in Vicki’s gut. Hot. Vicki subconsciously licked the corners of her lips.
Whoa! :o Sam's flirts are super effective!
@VKAllen Just letting you know, you can bet that my character, Sam, is definitely going to make some tentacle jokes. xD Can't wait to see your character in action, though!
@DFA Welcome back!
@VKAllen I thought I saw you lurking! I'm not GM or anything, but I think we're still taking people. A Vel'Koz character would be so cool, especially if he was a brainiac who spoke in anatomy, physics, or just general science vernacular!
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