Hunters
Written by Megan.
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22 years old.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Dec 16, 2014 17:32:35 GMT
Home, it'd been a place he'd been avoiding as much as possible. It was just one of those unexplainable things- his need to be as far away from Beacon Hills and his family. His life had never been unbearable, and he adored his siblings and mother, it was just that him and his dad always butt heads. They never saw eye to eye. His father was all brawn, convinced that anything other than talking it out would solve problems while Samuel was more accustomed to using his intellect when battling, tactical speaking and rationalizing. In the end, though, it always ended with a house filled with screaming, his older brother trying to break them up before punches were thrown, and his little sister cradling his mother as her heart throbbed with pain. It wasn't an easy life by any means, but there was always worse.
Samuel had always been tangled up in books, wanting to expand his education, but that wasn't his father's plan. He was meant to be a hunter, like the aging man. Fight the great war of man versus beast, kill every last supernatural being in Beacon Hills and its surrounding land. Often he was torn out of school because he was needed for a hunt or to navigate foreign parts of the preserve. He'd have to lie to his teachers and few friends, say he was absent for weeks on end because he was sick- when really he'd been out in northern California stalking down a pack of werewolves at the ripe age of twelve. He hated it, no doubt, so it was no surprise that he'd sent out as many applications as he possible could and booked out of his little home town for Stanford.
He was simply different. He wasn't as obedient as Theodore- didn't follow in his father's shoes or do as he was told like his elder brother did. Teddy walked blindly along with their dad, assuming the man had all the wits in the world and had a plan for everything. He was by no means anything like Noelle, not really. His little sister was a vibrant little flower just like their mother, ever bubbly and always joyous- around her family, that is. Not so little Sammy was just his own person. He asked bundles of questions, always over analyzed, and frequently was the odd man out due to either his size or just his sheer knowledge. He didn't take after his father, and wasn't much like his mother- he didn't even really look much like them.
He was just Sam.
Though all that being said, it still didn't change the fact that he had to come home for the holidays. Not necessarily for his own sake, but to check in on them all. He wouldn't admit it, but he was concerned about his father. He was always running himself into the ground, his health not always the best and he rarely took anytime to himself. It was always hunting, killing was always more important. He was weary on reuniting with Teddy, mainly because they saw the world differently and his brother was more than disappointed that Sam up and left the family the way he had. Really, though, he was coming back because he missed little Noelle. He knew all about it, that she was what they hunted, and he was the only one. He refused to tell another soul because he knew what would happen. It was their little secret.
Putting off going home for as long as he could, Sam lingered in the park. His car was expertly stationed on the side of the street, bags securely inside, but he himself was sat on a bench, gaze set out across the small pasture of green grass that children cluttered. Sighing, he ran a hand through his lengthening brown hair, the tips just at his shoulders. He needed a trim, but couldn't be bothered. His legs were coated in a pair of denim jeans, feet clad in his typical boots, and chest hidden under a layer of flannel and leather. His eyes fell to his lap, fingers tapping the frame of the seat as he shook his head slightly.
What was he doing?
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Out of Town
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16 years old.
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Post by Alina Grayson on Dec 16, 2014 22:29:36 GMT
"Yes, Mom. I'll be home right after I stop and get a few more things. I promise. I love you. Bye," Alina said quickly before hanging up the phone and sticking it in her purse which hung around her shoulder loosely. Alina loved her mother more than she could express, but her constantly checking up on her was starting to get annoying. But Alina understood why her mother was so worried. She would be worried too if her daughter was dying, yet refused to acknowledge that fact to anyone outside of the family.
But Alina was still in a particularly good mood that day, as she had spent most of it shopping for Christmas presents with friends. The holidays were her favorite time of year, though this year felt different. It wasn't quite as cheery as it usually was. But it was easy to just write that off on the fact that cancer was slowly but surely taking over her life, whether she wanted it to or not.
As Alina struggled to carry all of the bags she'd bought through the park towards the grocery store, she caught sight of someone she hadn't expected to see ever again. They weren't close friends necessarily, but they were close enough that Alina noticed when he dropped of the face of the planet. Being the outgoing person that she was, Alina approached the boy, who looked almost lost. But that wasn't possible. He'd lived there just as long as she had, so he had to have known his way around. "Hey," Alina greeted him with a kind smile. "Long time no see, huh?"
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Dec 17, 2014 3:33:28 GMT
Why did he try? Really? The moment he stepped into that house it was bound for disaster. Noelle would pounce on him, be all too eager to see her brother again, and his mother would just smile from her spot on the couch, waiting for him to come over and hug her. After chatting for a bit, Teddy would march in and tackle him- probably talk about missing him in the manliest way possible and then complain about him leaving. Then, just when every thing seemed to be going peachy, his father would storm in and start something over the littlest thing. The happiness would be short lived and the rest of his vacation would end up with him trying to avoid the house as much as possible. That's what had happened the past few years, he didn't see this one going much differently. So why had he really come back to Beacon Hills? His thoughts were, thankfully, interrupted by a soft voice cooing at him, demanding his attention. It was a good thing, too. If she hadn't come along to distract him, Sam's head may have just exploded with an endless variety of 'what if's. The sun blinding him for a moment as he jerked his head towards the girl who'd spoken. His hair fell into his eyes, fingers quickly working at clearing his vision while he sputtered for a moment. He was pegged as the awkward sibling. Always had been, always will be. Shoving the chesnut locks out of his face, the teen finally came into view, and the look that came over his face was priceless. Lips parted with shock, he looked the girl up and down, mouth morphing into a sheepish grin as he inhaled sharply. "Alina?" Sam was a bit too excited when exclaiming her name, face lighting up from its gloomy state at the sight of someone familiar. "Yeah," his voice fell shy for a moment, hand combing down his hair as he glanced at his bent knees for a moment. Trying to recall the last time he'd seen the girl was harder than figuring out why he was actually here. Alina had once been when of Noelle's best friends, but when she was turned and she had just lost touch with everyone the two had drifted apart. This blonde was one of the few friends of his little sister's that Sam actually ever cared for, the rest were just pesky. At one point he'd been her tutor, or maybe a babysitter- he didn't remember at now, but once upon a time they'd been decent friends despite the age difference. "College," he finished his lame explanation, face pulled back into a tight grin as he met her eyes again as he asked, "How are you?" Glancing at her arms struggling to hold the many bags in her hands, he was quick to help her. Standing up only to tower tremendously over her, he eased the bags out her hold and set them down on the bench, mumbling, "Here, let me- would you like to sit?" His emerald encrusted gaze batted up towards her with hope of a yes, he needed the company. Sam wasn't really too sure why he'd become so hyper all of a sudden, but he was glad she was here nonetheless. It was nice to see an old friend after so long.
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Out of Town
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Post by Alina Grayson on Dec 17, 2014 13:37:32 GMT
College. Duh. Alina hadn't actually asked anyone why Sam had disappeared. She'd just assumed he moved away for some unknown reason. "Oh, right," she said with a slight laugh. "I'm alright, how about you?" Letting him help her with her bags, she took the seat next to him happily. It was funny how a simple conversation could make Alina so happy. She had always been a social butterfly, and she thrived on getting attention from others, but not to the point where she would go seeking it out. "It feels like it's been forever."
Was this weird? After all, Alina hadn't spoken a word to Noelle in a long time, and she was the only reason that Alina and Sam even knew each other. But they were still friends, right? Obviously. Sam seemed to be happy enough to see her. Part of her felt like it was just the nostalgia of it all, but she didn't really care. It's not like the conversation could go that badly, right? She didn't think so.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Dec 20, 2014 3:53:17 GMT
A smile graced his lips as she agreed to sit and chat, a sense of relief rushing over his body. Of course it was amazing to be reunited with someone he considered a friend (even if he only knew her through his little sister), but the main thing was the delaying of him going home. Part of him felt guilty for using her in some sense, but was he really? It wasn't like Sam wasn't happy to see her, because he was- not returning to his house was just a bonus to being in her presence. Adjusting himself on the bench so he could face her, his grin only grew. He'd always liked Alina as a person quite a bit- she had a kind heart and was good for Noelle when they were friends. He preferred her, really, the rest being snobby or overwhelming. In fact, he'd caught a few snooping through his and Teddy's belongings once or twice. Alina was normal, and that's all he cared about.
"I'm good," he lied flatly, though it wasn't something anyone would have caught due to the eagerness in his tone. In this moment, he was fine, just happy being here, but in the back of his mind he was in a panic. Shaking it off, he added, "A few years, at least. What grade are you in now?" Noelle was a senior this year, but he didn't think Alina was. Of course he could be wrong, but he knew his sister preferred to hang out with the younger crowd because they appreciated her humor more.
Easing out of his initial hype, Sam just calmed down. Today was just a roller coaster of emotions for him.
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Out of Town
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Post by Alina Grayson on Dec 20, 2014 19:02:59 GMT
"I'm a junior. The year of never ending stress," Alina said with a giggle. Alina usually liked hanging around the older kids because she was a bit more mature than most of the people her age, especially the guys. "I'm actually waiting to hear back from a few colleges now, speaking of stress." Except for the part where you probably won't be alive to go to college, Alina thought to herself. The doctors had given her six months tops, unless by some miracle the chemo actually started working. But that wasn't something Alina was going to talk to Sam about, or anyone for that matter. Their conversation was actually pleasant. There was no reason to ruin it by dropping a bomb like that.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Dec 21, 2014 5:46:17 GMT
There was no stopping his nose from scrunching up with disgust at her words. Junior year. He'd hated that step in school, everything so rushed and the pressure untamable- it nearly crushed him, but he was strong enough academically to handle himself. "You're right there," Sam finally spoke up, his face smoothing out as he shook his head with a soft chuckle. This was nice, calm. Just what he needed to ease his nerves. Tilting his head some at her second statement, curiosity got the best of him and he didn't hesitate to ask, "Which colleges?" He was a bit of a nut when it came to school, knowledge being his favorite thing since it was the one thing he was superior in when it came to family. His father and brother hunted, his mother and sister sang, and Sam just had his brain (and his obnoxious size, but that was beside the point).
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Out of Town
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Post by Alina Grayson on Dec 25, 2014 0:24:05 GMT
Alina sighed, trying to remember all of the colleges she applied to. "Mostly films schools. USC, NYU, Fullsail," she explained. "My parents aren't totally supportive of it though. They'd rather me do something more academic, and that's fine, I guess. I could do it if I wanted to, but I don't." Alina's biggest dream was to create great films one day. She'd been pursuing it since she was just a little girl, making crappy little movies on her laptop. Eventually she'd gotten pretty good at it. Her parents were supportive of her no matter what she did, but they thought that studying film wasn't a completely stable career. "I can't wait to get out of this town," Alina said more to herself than to Sam. Alina wasn't a small town type girl. She made due with what she had, but she would definitely prefer to live in a bigger city.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Jan 3, 2015 5:50:44 GMT
A gentle bob of his head showed that he'd was listening, his brain processing all of the information with ease. He recalled each school, thinking them over and dealing out the pros and cons of each to himself. Of course film wasn't the safest route. It was a toss in the air if she'd be able to make something of herself, but nonetheless, Sam had faith. Alina was a bright girl and could get away with mostly anything with her knowledge and pretty face, so really, he didn't doubt she'd be able to become a producer or director in no time. "Great choices," he slipped in, adding a tidbit of his own life into the conversation to make it less one sided feeling, "I got accepted to Stanford, studying to be a lawyer." He pulled a face at his words, not really caring for the topic but it was something he'd tossed himself into anyways. Anything to split him and his father's vision was something he did with ease. Honestly, Sam was brilliantly smart, even graduated at the top of his class, but still he found himself pursuing the last thing he wanted. Shrugging it off mentally, he concluded, "As boring as it sounds, college is fun. You'll love it." But her next words caught him off guard, his head cocked sideways some as he questioned, "What do you mean?"
He clearly knew, he'd dreaded the town ever since he could walk, but coming from her? Sam hadn't seen that coming.
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Out of Town
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Post by Alina Grayson on Jan 3, 2015 6:08:28 GMT
Alina shrugged, not sure how to explain the whole thing. "It's just not really my style, I guess. It's too small," she said. "And I want to be on my own, you know? I don't want to rely on my parents anymore." Alina talked about that future as if she actually had one. But giving up would just make things ten times worse, so she had convinced everyone else that she was completely fine. If everyone else treated her like she wasn't sick, then maybe she might believe it herself. That was her thinking anyways. The whole plan really just made her feel even more isolated, but at least she still had her popularity and her friends. She was afraid that if she told them about her cancer then they would all leave her or worse, make her a charity case. She couldn't stand either of those things.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Feb 1, 2015 15:11:40 GMT
Her reasoning made sense, and he really couldn't blame her for wanting to get out of Beacon Hills. Not only was the town quite small, and vaguely bland to the naked eye, but with the lacrosse obsessed jocks and creatures that roamed the night- the place was just overwhelmingly suffocating. Sam left as soon as he could, for different reasons that is, but he could still see where she was coming from. Often, though, he'd catch himself wondering what it'd be like if he hadn't gone, if he would have just stayed here and lived out a life of hunting and stop letting his family down. They just didn't get it, it seemed. His father and brother were so consumed with killing every last supernatural being they came across while his mother and sister laid back and tried to be normal- and god knew how well that went over- but Sam? Sam couldn't stand it any longer. He wasn't like them, and would never be. He was far too stubborn to give into his father's wishes and his dad was too ignorant to look past that and just love his son for who he is.
With a gentle huff, Sam pressed his pestering thoughts about home into the recesses of his mind, not letting them squander the moment. Turning ever so slightly to face the girl more, he looked at her- just really looked at her, and his smile faltered. Alina was tired in a way he couldn't explain. She seemed drained, hiding behind her bubbly personality. He couldn't put his finger on it, and maybe nothing was actually wrong, but there was a nagging at the back of his mind and there was no stopping his lips from molding around the question. Reaching over to clasp one of her hands in a friendly manor, a gentle smile graced his mouth and a glint in his eyes that could only be read as understanding. As soothing as he could, his hazel irises batted between hers as he asked, "I completely get that- needing to be alone and just wanting to be yourself, but," he gulped, feeling slightly uneasy about this simply because they were just reuniting, and as good of friends as they used to be, would she trust him with the truth- if something was even wrong, that is, "Is that the only reason you want to leave?" Somebody could be hurting her here, or maybe she was hurting herself- he didn't know, but he was here for her.
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