Hunters
Written by Megan.
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22 years old.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Dec 30, 2014 22:44:13 GMT
Just as he suspected, she pushed his hand away. He didn't mind, really, considering he had already dried up her tears and reassured her with a hug- the woman could only show so much weakness before giving into her stubbornness. He wouldn't expect anything less of her, in fact, he was glad she refused his help just because it showed she hadn't changed. Natalia was still the same resistant girl he had a crush on all those years ago. Not allowing himself to think any further on the topic, he let a gentle smile curve onto his lips. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sam looked down at her as she found her own footing, the grin on his lips shifting into a smirk. The top of her head was just under his chin, which was taller than most girls compared to the brunette giant. Cocking his head as she referred to her dress, he looked her up and down once, thinking. Inevitably, he pulled a face, his teasing side peaking through. Teeth clenched, and eyebrows arching against his forehead, Sam bat his gaze from her dress to her face, his shoulders drawing inward in a shrug. "I mean, it looks horrendously uncomfortable," he spoke with displeasure, nostrils flared slightly as he sighed. Not able to keep the act up any longer, his body relaxed and he just smiled, shaking his head as he offered, "You can borrow some of my clothes? They may be a bit big, but," he shrugged, not sure what else to say. He may be able to sneak a pair of Noelle's shorts to her, but he wasn't too eager to go through his sisters drawers. Biting his lip softly, he wasn't sure if he was coming off overbearingly kind. Using the tips of his fingers to anxiously push his hair behind his ears, he nodded towards the direction of the car, suddenly worried he'd made things awkward by being himself. Again.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Jan 2, 2015 19:08:09 GMT
Watching people think. Watching them sort through problems and issues, yeah, Natalia enjoyed that shit. He was right, it was uncomfortable but compared to some it was the like a cloud, Natalia had tried on many dresses whilst she was abroad; short ones, tight ones, ones with trains and bateau necklines, that was what she'd gone through to impress and for nothing it seemed. Raising her eyebrows at his suggestion, Natalia though on it for a moment, back of her heel tilting up. It was a good suggestion; the best idea in reality. Scaling him up and down for a moment, Natalia nodded before saying, "okay, lets do that." Giving him another quick and fleeting smile, Natalia headed off to her car, knowing he would follow. It didn't take too long to get there and Natalia was at the drivers door shortly eyeing him on the other side. "Are you going to direct or are you going to drive?"
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
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I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Feb 1, 2015 3:47:14 GMT
Natalia- she just has this, this effect on him. It made his knees weak and lips tremble. That taunting smile, God, she had to know that it did something to him. That it made him hesitate for a moment, his own grin fading as realization smacked him in the face. He stood stunned, breath hitched as he contemplated the eruption of heat throughout his chest. His brain, as ironic as this was, just couldn't make sense of what was happening- probably because he refused to believe that this had anything to do with his crush from all those years back. There was no way that he even felt that way, right? They were barely friends then, and even now he was just trying to help. Nothing more.
Sam couldn't like her, it just wasn't logical. He had this blossoming relationship with Jessica, even if they weren't technically together yet, and even if the girl back at college didn't show interest in him back, the simple fact was that Sam didn't belong here. He couldn't stay, or maybe just wouldn't. He'd done so much to get away from all of this, and just that one smile was reeling him back in at top speed. This woman, just- ugh. She ruined his brute exterior and just made him melt- and he hated that, but it didn't for a second stop him from scurrying to the passenger side of the car.
Coughing to clear out his throat after it had swollen up against his troubling thoughts, Samuel played it cool and hooked his fingers around the door handle. His voice was flustered and deep, his husky tone masking his internal conflicts, "Eh, I've always been the navigator. Teddy wouldn't let me drive, plus," he motioned at the vehicle with his free hand, "It's your car. I'll ride shotgun." Allowing a slim manor of cockiness slip into his actions, the long haired male flashed her a charming, toothy grin and a sly wink. Arm pulling back, he tugged the door open and slipped into the cramped seat. Okay, so maybe the car was normal sized and he was just a giant, but that was irrelevant.
Inhaling sharply, he calmed his nerves and convinced himself that he was just over thinking. If he could only be as smooth as Theodore, or maybe as charming as Noelle, this would go over easily, but no. He was the socially incapable moose.
Hopefully he'll make it through the night without doing something too embarrassing.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Feb 1, 2015 17:05:02 GMT
Good, Natalia wasn't a huge fan of other people driving her car, it'd been abandoned in strange places too many times for her liking. That wink, Natalia imagined, could tempt any other woman anywhere but Natalia was already going so she wasn't too sure where this train of thought was going. Focus, Natalia, Focus, this is not the time. When was the time though? When was the time for Natalia to give any personal issues some thought, like how when she was bit, it started out as more a love bite than anything else. She hadn't actually imagined him to ever bite, that was her own fault though.
Pulling open the car door a moment or so after Sam, wondering how a man of his height dealt with being in small space. Slipping into the drivers seat and slamming the door shut, Natalia pushed the end of her dress away, allowing herself to see the pedals below. Now would not be the best time for a car crash. Tossing a look over to her comrade, a smothered laugh pushed off of her lips into the enclosed space. "I'm sorry that my car was not made with people of your height and stature in mind." Natalia commented, fingers gliding across the leather on the steering wheel.
Pushing down on the gas, Natalia maneuvered her way away from the curb before asking, "so what way is it? Oh, and if you lead me to a place you plan to murder me, think again."
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Feb 1, 2015 18:40:25 GMT
Nimble fingers etched patterns into the leather panel just under the car window, his worn knuckles clanking against the glass every now and then. It was a simple notion to distract himself, to allow him to just think. That was what he was known for afterall. The brain of the situation, the logical one- so slowly, he sank back into himself and stopped worrying about what he may or may not feel. Why bother fretting over something he'd come to terms with long before graduating? Natalia was the queen, ruler over everything she touched, and he realized awhile ago that she'd never fall for one of her pesky worker bees. So even if he did re-develop a crush on the girl he fawned over for most of his life, the simple fact was that the feelings would never be returned. Who would pick someone like Sam when they could easily turn to his womanizing brother who could actually hold a conversation without stuttering? Oh great, there he goes self-loathing again. Who could blame him, though? His father has nearly disowned him on several occasions because he wouldn't obey orders, and if his hectic home life wasn't enough, the kid had to deal with being bullied until he hit his growth spurt. He was never good enough. No matter how pure his heart, or how hard he tried- Sam was always second. God, he has just been a rollercoaster since arriving back in town. Up and down, side winding with an array of emotions. Home sweet home, right? It was going to be a long night. His sketching halted as she slipped into her car, lips curling into a friendly smile as she joked with him- which he did back with ease. Shifting ever so slightly in his seat, as if moving too swiftly would make the car shatter under his size, he tilted his chin back and let his mouth curve into a smirk. "Nah, don't apologize. You bought the car most accustomed to your tiny height, I doubt you ever thought you'd have a sasquatch as a passenger." A soft chuckle passed over his lips as he thought back on his days in high school when his best, and really only, friend Gabriel would pat his back and address him as 'Samsquatch'. The memory made his eyes light up, his mood finally lightening to the point where he was himself. No more bad or distracting thoughts. His arms falling into his lap as she sped off, he glanced her way, and couldn't help himself from chuckling at how she looked. In a wrinkling gown, hair falling out of place, and his oversized jacket loosely hugging her form. Honestly, he found it almost too humorous, but he masked what he was laughing with a quick rebuttal to her next statement. He managed to pull a straight face, a bit baffled at her accusation. As he slowly ran the words through his mind again, his eyebrows arched against the tip of his head, lips curving down in a curious frown, but just as quickly as the look painted across his face, it was erased with a nod. Turning his gaze forward, he pouted his lips and spoke with a twinge of humor in his words, "Murder? And here I was thinking you knew me, Nat. I don't play with guns and knives anymore," from one hunter to another, she'd understand the reference, "Though I'm sure that won't last long. Something is stirring and I'm sure my dad will try to get his hands on me so I can help him- but that's my problem," and he was certain she didn't care about his personal life in the slightest. She wasn't the type to sympathize with other's dilemmas. Dropping back into a joking manor, he lightened the mood with some instructions on how to reach his house, "Keep going straight until you reach Woodward Road, then take a left. It's the biggest house at the end of the street. Can't miss it." It was only a ten minute walk by foot, so they'd be there in moments at this rate. Granting her another charming smile, he was settling into her presence- getting comfortable in her company. Maybe tonight would be so bad after all.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Feb 1, 2015 19:50:53 GMT
Leaning back into her seat, Natalia rolled her eyes, "I'll have you know that I'm 5'10", you're just ridiculously tall." She informed him the whisper of a smirk on her face. Natalia searched her mind for the definition of Sasquatch and it took only a short while for her to remember, Bigfoot ha, it worked. "Didn't your friend use to call you something like that... Samsquatch or something?" Natalia was certain that she'd heard his friend call him that in the hallways of school a couple of times, then again, Natalia had been so into her own circle of friends back then that it was highly likely that she'd just made that up for her own benefit.
Sensing his laughter, Natalia removed her eyes from the road for a moment to raise a single eyebrow at him before turning her attention to the rolling tarmac, taking quick note of his instructions, she knew the way easily, perks of living in Beacon Hills until she was about 18. Before everything changed, she'd go on runs down these streets, sit on curbs with her friends, chatting shit about boys and other girls in general. Man, what she'd give to go back to when life was simpler. "Guns and knives, Sam, your family need some more exciting tools, crossbows and swords are much more exciting. I wasn't aware that you'd put the whole hunter thing aside though. No space for that with the flock of girls, who I'm sure call you every night for a booty call, right? Also, in case you weren't aware, something has been stirring for a long time but with a kanima running around and the stand-off between hunters and werewolves, you'll need to be more specific with what you think has been stirring." Finally come to an end of her small rant, Natalia turned left, the streets were empty at this time of night, easy driving.
And there it was, a big house at the end of the road. The house was large, larger than the Harper's and the Harpers' house was big enough as it was with seven people living under one roof, as well as an assortment of weapons. Pulling the car to a stop about 20 meters away from the house, Natalia looked over at Sam, "so, what's the plan now, big shot?"
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Feb 14, 2015 19:43:15 GMT
Restraining the chuckles that were bubbling in the pit of his throat at her outburst defending her height was simply not an option for Sam. The moment her lips parted, he knew what she would say, and he tried to prepare himself for it, but his hand still flew to his mouth as he tried to muffle laughter. It wasn't even that funny, but it had the giant cackling at the fact that she felt the need to back herself up against his joke. He turned his attention to the window, watching the trees lit dully by the moonlight zoom past as he calmed his giggles- knowing he came off childish, but he was overwhelmingly nervous being trapped in the car with her so what else could he do but that? Before those thoughts had time to fester, she was speaking to him again, and he simply couldn't keep the gentle grin off of his lips at what she'd said. Shifting to face her some, he was honestly shocked she even ever heard the nickname, let alone recalled it. His surprise rubbed off on his words, the astonishment thankfully being smothered out some by his clear joy on the topic. Gabriel was one of his few soft spots, so of course he was happy to talk about that aspect of high school. The rest? Not so much. "Gabe? Yeah, though I wasn't the only one he gave a nickname too. That was kind of his thing. A code so we could talk about people without them knowing," his smile only intensified as he recalled his friend addressing Natalia as 'Gnat' considering she had been quite a bit shorter in high school. If only Gabriel saw her now, he'd be the midget- reigning in at a measly five feet and eight inches. "This kid," he continued, "Crowley," his first name was Matt, but him being on the lacrosse team, he was naturally referred to by his last name, "Called me 'Moose'- I mean, I could go on for days with this." He chuckled softly, mind painted with all the names he'd been called all those years ago. Some pleasant, others not so much. Along with Samsquatch, and Moose, he had Teddy calling him 'Sammy', which he for the most part hated, his ex-girlfriend insisted on calling him Bullwinkle, Noelle with her infamous 'Sammich', and can't forget the reining title 'Samantha', can we? A classic. Shaking his head softly at the thoughts, his smile faltered with her next bundle of words, his gaze falling- along with his head- downwards to glare at his lap. It was almost as if he was humiliated at the fact, and really, he was. He hated hunting, despised his father for letting it consume his life and wreck their home. Fingers curling into fists as he pressed a smile against his lips forcefully, he tried to hide how anxious the topic made him, how frustrated he really was. He said it once, and he'd say it a million times over- Natalia didn't care, so he pulled an Elsa and concealed his thoughts, not daring to feel.
Choking. That's what Sam was doing. Gagging on the words he was about to speak before she'd began to speak of his 'flock of girls' and nights of endless 'booty'. He couldn't even fathom what else she thought he did at college- for that itself was so far from the truth. Trying to urge the oxygen back into his lungs, Sam coughed and averted his watering eyes, becoming overwhelmed with a cloud of awkwardness as he whimpered out a response the best he could- for his voice was trapped in his throat under a layer of unspoken curses. "I- uh, um," he put off answering the second portion of her little rant for as long as he could, "I think Noelle uses the bow and arrow- whenever my dad let's her hunt that is. We've dabbled in swords and such, but guns and knives just gets the job done quicker." Shrugging to distract his mind, he kept his eyes on the dark road outside of his window while trying to think of banter to patch up his embarrassing scene just moments prior. "Just for the record, by the way," he spoke a little more bravely, but still refused to look her way, "I didn't drop hunting for women. There is no women. It's just- just complicated." He kept humming 'she doesn't care, don't bore her' in his head on repeat, forcing himself to keep his words thin. Honing in on her last bit of information before they pulled to a stop not too far from his mansion of a house, he simply clipped in, "Something will always be stirring around here, but what I was referring to was the sudden commotion between the races. I don't know much, honestly because I don't really care anymore," and he refused to be sucked back into that life, "My dad and brother just sounded really flustered about it, is all." Letting his shoulders bob up and down once, he finally turned his face her way, his blush faded into a dull pink hue against his angled cheek bones and hair getting tangled with the scruff along his jaw. Offering a soft smile, he explained, "We have two guest houses out back. One that Teddy lives in, and one for when either my uncle and his kids visit or for when I come home. So we can go to my temporary home for privacy or into the house so you don't I'll murder you. Your choice," he ended with a soft chuckle, not really minding where they went.
Crinkling his nose some as what he said registered, he squinted his eyes and lightly apologized, "Wow, I sound like a rich snob- sorry about that." He shook his head, scratching at his scalp softly as he coughed his anxiety away. Natalia just knew how to get him into this vulnerable state, and she didn't even have a clue.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Mar 19, 2015 19:35:02 GMT
"Did Gabe ever have a nickname for me?" Natalia prodded, curiosity mixing into her words heavily as she glanced over at Sam, eyes brightening ever so slightly as the lightness and ease on his face. Moose? Natalia looked away suddenly, her own friends had used that nickname towards him several times and at first she'd gone along with it before she'd realised that they never said it in a light and friendly way. Not saying anything else on the nickname matter, Natalia focused on the road as another car drove past them, music pounding from it's metal shell. Nose wrinkling, Natalia noticed Sam had suddenly gone quiet, his mood seeming to have darkened at the mention of hunting.
"I suppose guns and knives are efficient but swords just feel so majestic. Rose though, my little sister, if she goes hunting, which she tried to avoid, she tends to use wolfsbane in some form." Natalia shook her head, Rose only did that so she never really saw the immediate effect of the death. "I think she'll stop hunting, especially since she has a werewolf boyfriend." At that point, Natalia's hands tightened on the steering wheel, eyes turning cold.
"No, women? Now that must be a lie, pretty boy like you out in the big wide world, I'm shocked." And she was, a person like Sam shouldn't be single or should at least have a date to call up on the phone. "Well, if you ever need to be caught on the werewolf/hunter tiff off, I'm your girl." Natalia promised, un-clicking her seat belt and shutting down the engine. "I think the guest house sounds great."
Pushing open her door in a 'lets get going' manner, Natalia slammed it shut, wobbling slightly as she regained her balance before straightening up again.
(this was such a bad reply, sorrrrry)
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