Kiroue

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@Ambra Yeah, that's fine with me.

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@Kit N Kat Yeah, I saw that. I think I fixed any color errors or at least I hope I did. I'm very sorry about that. I wouldn't know really about it. I don't write Sam's character from my experience, but mainly the experience of my best friend.

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@Kit N Kat Yeah, I feel pretty sad for her too. :/ Sorry for any mistakes you might have seen. I reread over it and had to make a ton of edits. xD

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Finally replied. Dang. I wrote a bit of a novel, but I feel like it was good. xD

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The White Supremacy deafeningly screeched to a stop, its break lights glowing bright red. Samantha slowly pushed the stick into park and, with a moment of pause, took the keys out of the ignition. With the AC of her chipping, white car now off, the sticky humidity of a mid-summer's night began to ebb into the Jeep. The woman, whose darkly painted eyes blended into the night, gazed at a moment at her destination that she had parked in front of.

The house was not the best. It wasn't one of those sturdy, new brick houses, but was, instead, an older one with wood paneling. The outside paneling was better than it once was. Sam remembered vividly how when they had first found this house the cover was one of a faded and cracked white. It had been she that had made the effort to paint the whole outside of the house to a darker grey. She even remembered the shade: 'Soot'.

As she crept out of her white Jeep that had been gifted the name of the 'White Supremacy', she looked out onto the lawn. The grass was being well kept. A pang of sadness hit her knowing that whoever was mowing it now did a much better job than she had. They even went to the effort of weed eating the edges.

The usually fearsome woman felt and looked very smallish as her footsteps moved their way up along the familiar sidewalk, passing the flowerbed in front that made her have to swallow down her emotion. She got to the white door and waited for a long time before she knocked. Sam took very deep, though shaky, breaths to try to calm her heart beat, to slow her thoughts. Despite her efforts it did not relent and mentally she chastised herself on being so emotional. It had been 2 1/2 months now. She should be over it by now. Be an independent woman now! You deserved better than her anyway, she tried to convince herself, but she knew that she was lying to herself.

Her knock was quiet and quick. She waited a long moment before realizing no one had heard. Sam gritted her teeth and knocked again, this time building the courage to knock a solid, loud three times. From inside she heard a, "I'm coming!" In the time it took for the door to open she had tried to gain some courage, some hold, but that all disappeared when the door finally opened.

In the doorway stood Evelyn. The short, pink haired woman looked as if she was about to go to bed, wearing some very short cloth shorts and an oversized AFI t-shirt. Sam noted with sadness that she knew the shirt was not Evelyn's, but it was someone else's, a man's. Evelyn, a shadow with yellow light streaming behind her, looked her up and down and only said, "Oh, it's you." In a displeased tone that made Sam cringe. "So, what is it? You're here to finally talk to me?"

Sam stood there, legs feeling like rubber and her stomach twisted in knots, with her eyes unable to look at the other woman's. It took her a moment to answer, but she had managed to do it with an even enough tone. "No, not really. I just came to get the last of my things."

"Oh, is that right? You mean the Xbox and the rest of your clothes?" Sam nodded in reply, her eyes still on anywhere except the gorgeous woman with the toxic tone. "Well," Evelyn paused, "you can call me a bitch all you want, but I'm not giving them to you," the woman moved to lean a little on the door frame, "not until you finally tell me what I did wrong."

"Evelyn..." she attempted.

"No! Don't pull that crap. I want an answer as to why all of a sudden you've stopped texting me and you've blocked me on all social media. You literally just stopped talking to me and left for no reason!" The woman's tongue lashed at Sam as if it were a whip. It stung. "Not to mention that you left me to pay the full $850 of rent two and a half months ago when you just decided to leave." This next lash came with her screaming, "How the fuck did you think that was okay?!"

"I just... I couldn't deal with being in this house." She began. "You being here made me feel like shit." She croaked this out and her voice was evidently cracking now. The humid warmth of the surroundings seemed to escalate, but Sam didn't notice too much.

"Really? That's your excuse? You left me in a horrible situation. Thank God Jonathan covered for your half of the rent or I might be on the streets right now."

The name made Sam flinch noticeably, but with the mention also kindled some new found anger that she pathetically threw back. "Yeah, thank God for Jonathan, huh?" She said with sarcasm.

"Yeah. What? You have a problem with him?"

Sam's confidence grew, as well as her anger. "You know what, yeah. Yeah, I fuckin' do have a problem with the man who my girl friend cheated with."

This seemed to pause Evelyn's train of anger. Her tone changed to one that wasn't so bold -- defensive. "I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh yeah, then what the hell do you call it when you sleep with another person other than your girl friend? Huh? Educate me." Sam challenged.

There was a bit of hesitation and then came the denial. "Now, you can't pull that on me, Sam. You knew I had urges and you knew I was curious." She didn't seem entirely convicted as she said this, but it was still her rationalization. "It's not cheating if it's with a man, okay? It's just different plumbing."

"You can rationalize it all you fucking want, Evelyn! I don't give a shit." She raged. "You still broke my heart!" Angry tears began to fall down her face. "I was in love with you for three years and one day you tell me that you slept with a man at your work named Jonathan." She said this and it was as if a spigot had finally been turned and everything was coming out as a quick steam that had been held back for a long time. "So, yes, I couldn't deal with it so I left! I whacked out! You could even say I was a little crazy for a while there. I blocked you on everything because I couldn't deal with you posting all that shit with you and your fresh, new love, Jonathan, and how you painted me as a bitch who had just left you." At this point the heat had grown to one matching a small bonfire and Evelyn seemed suddenly very shocked by it and confused. Sam's t-shirt began to spark along the edges with ember before catching into small fires all over her body.

Shocked at this and alarmed Evelyn tried her best to stammer, "Sam, your clothes are--"

"Fuck you, Evelyn! Go to hell!" With this a bright fire sprung from her hands and her eyes glowed with magma without her knowing and Evelyn screamed and frantically began to back away from the door.

Hearing this, a masculine voice from inside rushed up into the hallway shouting, "What the fuck is going on--?!" Jonathan's voice faded as he witnessed the fireballs in Samantha's hands. His eyes locked on the phenomenon and widened to the size of saucers.

Sam looked to see what was frightening everyone and she cried out when she saw what was roaring all over her hands. She staggered back in terror and began to try to frantically pat it down as Evelyn screamed, "She's trying to kill me!" To this, Jonathan's bravery to protect his woman overcame his fear of the fire. He lunged at a baseball bat that was resting against a wall and began to rush at Sam.

The fright that had overwhelmed Sam seemed to coincide with the flames quickly disappearing and she made a break for her Jeep, screaming as she ran. It was a miracle that she managed to get in the car, start the ignition, and drive off before the man had started to beat up her sad car.

Sam sped off into the night, driving like a wild woman, her heart beating as fast as the road flew underneath her tires. It took her a long time before she finally made it back to her apartment building. For a long time she sat in the car sobbing, racking her throat with cries and yelling. The first eternity of crying was fueled on sorrow and confusion. The second eternity began to be fueled by anger. A fierce rage that would be ejected every time she cried out suddenly or beat at the steering wheel of her car. With this her hands would suddenly alight into a fearsome flame that she would frustratingly pat down. A cycle of fire being lit by anger and being put out again by fear. Sam didn't care, but anyone on the outside in the uncharacteristically cold night would see flashes of bright flame arise (definitely brighter than a mere lighter) in the car only to disappear and reappear again.

@DFA (Claire and Sam inhabit the same apartment building, and Claire would see the car in the parking lot from the roof.)

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I'm gonna work on a post right now. I just need to figure out what Sam's gonna do.

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@Ambra Yeah, now I'm okay with the time skip. I think I've finished the interaction with Ben.

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Samantha hadn't noticed the Mr. Waiter still standing there and when he spoke up about them going outside to fight, the punk girl struggled to hold back a laugh. She lazily turned her eyes to the very stressed, very concerned worker and said, "Hah! No, I don't think that'll happen. Not for my sake, for his." As she said 'for his' her lazy eyes turned aggressively back to the intruder. What her eyes fell upon made her further filled with outrage. The man was still there sitting with his shit-eating grin. It was quite clear to her now that she wasn't just overreacting. This guy was obviously just playing with her, getting amused off of her irritation.

It was at this point he diagnosed the problem as her not having coffee and her being out of her comfort zone and... sure! That might have been it, but she wasn't happy with him psychoanalyzing her. In addition, he wanted her name, as if that was going to solve everything. What was he gonna do, use it to look her up in some yellow pages or whatever? No way. As far as she was concerned, to him her name was first, middle, and last: Go Fuck Yourself. Before the woman came over she shot, "No, I'm 'mean' because I wanted a nice, peaceful breakfast alone and you are ruining it for your own sick entertainment." She quickly added, "You're an asshole."

Now a young woman came up with an air of professionalism and authority. Herself not really one to get along with authority, shrunk a little, afraid she was about to be punished or chastised. Instead, it seemed this woman was on her side. This actually earned a satisfied smile. Someone was actually coming to help her, an ally. However, that didn't make her any less comfortable about other people stepping in on her part. In fact, with the amount of social interaction she was getting, with the people who were gathering and looking over at her table, Sam was starting to feel very claustrophobic. She might put on the aura of being aggressive and dangerous, but her heart beat and breathing would have revealed that she was actually dealing with a great deal of anxiety right now.

She darted her eyes thankfully at the woman who had come to her aid and realized that she had a decision to make. Have him kicked out or have him stay. Now, she was so angry she wanted him to be kicked out, but she didn't want it to be done by some kind of authority. It would feel as if she had lost in some way if that happened. She thought of it and realized, with a sinking feeling, that she wouldn't really win this in a way that made her satisfied. In fact, at this point she was getting very fed up. She realized with great displeasure what she was going to have to do, and in a way it was still losing.

Samantha slammed her hands on the table as she stood up, "You know, fuck it! I'm leaving. You win, asshole!" She paused, and began to glide her hands across the table as if it was some precious item. "This table that you want so badly, you can have it! It's all yours." She picked up the dainty plate in one hand and the coffee cup in another hand. As she began to scoot out of the booth the mug of coffee in her hand, if anyone was paying attention, began to steam furiously and even produce a few boiling bubbles. Sam didn't notice as she said her final words as she departed. "And don't you dare fucking follow me or I will have you kicked out." With this she turned flustered to the other woman who had offered to help, "Thank you, really, but there's no winning with this guy." With that she finally stomped over to an open booth at the complete opposite side of the room in the corner of the restaurant, bringing the heat with her. With a huff she sat down in a way that she was facing away from the guy. Sam didn't want to have to look at him as she ate. It would make her food too unappetizing.

After a moment she finally set her things down. It was when she did this that she realized that the mug she had been holding in her hand was boiling. "Shit!" She exclaimed under her breath before jerking back her hand from the boiling coffee mug. She watched in shock as the mug began melting a ring into the table. She quickly worked to examine her hands for burns, but she found none. Sam just looked utterly shocked at the coffee as the boil began to go down.

@Gikel @Ambra @Kiddo

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@Ambra Ah! Great. Thanks!

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@Ambra Well, how I feel about the pacing is dependent on what you mean by skipping tomorrow. Like, are we going to be skipping to a few hours ahead or something? Like at night? I'm just really busy and happy with the interaction that Sam is having with Ben. I wouldn't want it to be cut short by a skip.