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Post by sammy on Jan 24, 2013 20:40:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] He hated the feeling of being completely sweaty, yet here in this cold any skin exposed was immediately chilled, leaving him feeling utterly hot, yet wishing to seek warmth. It was irritating, but it was necessary. He needed to cut this firewood, Tessa and himself were running low on wood, and he knew of a few other people who could use a few logs. He'd been working at it for most the afternoon, people had come to gather the logs he'd already cut, some stopped him for conversation, others to express worries that he immediately soothed. He hadn't seen Tessa, though she was surely doing something important, not getting in trouble. At least he hoped that was the case. He really should give her more credit though, it wasn't like she didn't care about these people or wasn't capable of taking care of herself.
He was just paranoid when it came to her. He'd easily admit that. Paranoid that she'd get herself hurt. Paranoid that she'd end up finding out about his sister. He paused for just a brief moment at that. His sister. Well his half-sister if he was being truthful. Showed up on their doorstep when he was seventeen, bawling. He hadn't known what to expect though it wasn't hard to see that she resembled both him and his father. That was the first day that he felt disappointment towards his parents. His mother was angry, rightfully so, but their screaming match had scared the poor girl. Of course Tessa knew that he had a sister, it wasn't that he was worried about. It was the fact that his sister was a vampire. He let out a deep sigh after splitting another log, setting the axe down and collecting what wood was left before turning and heading back to the house he shared with her.
He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep the fact his sister was a vampire a secret. He had found her a couple years ago, and when he found out she was a vampire he'd immediately decided to hide that fact from Tessa. He wasn't sure she'd be so understanding. And it was his sister. He had to protect her. He loved Tessa, he did, like she was his sister, but Naomi was blood, and she needed him. Needed him more than Tessa needed him. He dropped the wood next to the door of the house, grabbing two logs from the top and heading in, making sure to dry his boots off at the door, then slip them off so he wasn't tracking anything across the floor, before heading to the fireplace, putting the two logs into the fire, making sure to keep it going.
He removed his coat and gloves, placing the gloves into his coat jacket and hanging the coat up before glancing into the kitchen, trying to see if Tessa was in the house. "Tessa. You here?" If she wasn't he was going to go visit Naomi, see how she was doing. He'd been informed all about her predicament, how she was able to eat human food but needed blood. He needed to help her on that, and he had been. Sampson had, for the sake of his sister, been gathering blood for her. Yes, he had been going behind Tessa's back to seek out ways to find Naomi blood. And he needed to speak with Naomi about getting her more. But he wanted to make sure Tessa was occupied before he went and did that. He did not need her walking in on that discussion. Not at all. slowly steppin' outta line 606. kinda short lol. here you go! |
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Post by tessa on Jan 24, 2013 22:34:13 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Tessa wasn't used to having nothing to do. A person of habitual tendencies, who was more likely to busy herself with something useless than nothing at all, she was faintly surprised to find herself doing just that - nothing at all. It wasn't as if she was aware that she was doing so, even. That morning, she'd been doing something productive, planning out possible trips to the city, the interception of the supplies Rudy promised for them, among other things. It was five or six, and she was exhausted, had moved and leaned against a tree for a moment, sat on the soft ground.
And she'd fallen asleep.
She came awake with a jolt, blinking. Her mouth felt like cotton, sticky and dry. Scrunching up her face in an expression of distaste, she shoved herself to her feet, rubbing her eyes sleepy before yawning and running a hand through her hair. She looked like a shipwreck, she was sure. She could feel twigs caught in her hair, and leaves, and there was a large red mark where she had rested her head against her hand. Smoothing at the wrinkles in her clothes and running a hand through the dark brown strands to at least do some damage control, she stretched, her shirt rising up slightly and baring her midriff as she lifted her hands towards the sky. There were a few audible cracks.
She hadn't been getting very good sleep. Her days until she left the camp were counting down, becoming less and less. She'd be leaving soon. Leaving the safety that Sammy had always provided her. Striking out on her own, with no one but herself to watch her back. As good as she was, she was used to having a partner who'd be able to warn her before she got herself killed. He tempered the fire inside her, that burned constantly, and without him, she was't sure what she was going to. But she was going anyway. Because she had to, because she felt it wasn't fair that others should give their lives but she not willing to give hers, because every day the fight become more and more personal to her.
It was likely he'd be finishing up with his day's work. Whereas everything Tessa did had to do with the mind - strategies, fighting, the like - a lot of what he did was physical. Stuff around the camp that required strength. Not that Sammy wasn't capable of helping her. He certainly was, and she called on him often to help, but he was her muscle where she had none. And she, unfortunately, didn't have any.
Giving one last run through of her hair and wincing at the knots, she shoved open the door and stepped in. It was dark inside, but she was used to that. Blinking sleepily, it took her a moment to realize she was being called. Tessa. You here? She peeked around the corner, searching for him, still somewhat sleepy, the cobwebs clinging to her vision. She really ought to get more sleep, but the stress was getting to her.
"Yeah, Sammy. I'm here." She called in answer, her tone exhausted as she continued her search for him, finally catching sight of him near the kitchen. He'd obviously just come in from working, at least from what she could tell. Being around Sampson was odd for her. She didn't feel the need to constantly be on the defensive, and he got on her temper like no one else (which was saying something, considering she was already temperamental to begin with). "What time is it? I fell asleep." She mumbled. Not that she needed to explain much. If it wasn't obvious in the slope of her shoulders, it was in the half-weary, half-asleep tone of her voice.
628 WORDS , Sammy , hope this was okay :3 but also WHOO FIRST THREAD WITH TESS |
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Post by sammy on Feb 22, 2013 13:32:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] He wandered into the kitchen, opening a cupboard, searching through the sparse contents before sighing, pulling out a can filled with hot chocolate powder. He would admit, he enjoyed a nice cup of hot chocolate on a cold, chilly day. It was a better addiction than some of the others he'd seen in camp. There were a few people who had turned to alcohol to cope, alcohol that could be used for medical purposes more than to simply get someone drunk.The last thing Sammy needed was someone drunk and wandering around the forest. He hadn't heard anything yet from Tessa, and for a moment he wondered if she had gone out somewhere. He grabbed a mug from the cupboard, putting some of the hot chocolate mix in the bottom of it and turning to get the kettle to place water within it. That done he stepped out of the kitchen, about to pop his head out the door to grab another log, just so he wouldn't have to later.
Tessa's tired voice made him frown instantly, turning to catch site of her and he sighed. She did look like a wreck. She also looked like she could use another couple hours worth of sleep. "Hey Tess, ah...I'm not sure, late, I haven't been paying attention to the time." He quickly gathered another log for the fire in the living room before heading in, dropping the log next to the hearth and turning to regard her. "You feelin' okay?" He frowned ever so slightly. He'd been worried about Tessa, mostly because she tended to get herself into trouble that he had to get her out of (though of course he thought this fondly), though he didn't want her getting sick, especially in this winter. They didn't have that much regarding supplies and even less medicine for those who got sick, caught the cold, the flu, etc. If she wasn't feeling good he was going to send her straight up to bed, make sure she stayed there too. No need to have her sick, not if he could help it.
Sammy headed back into the kitchen, frowning lightly, she looked so tired and he had the urge to simply tell her to go get some sleep, that everything would be fine if she slept the night away. But he knew if he pushed her to go do something she didn't want to do it would only end up in a screaming match, well her yelling at him and him calmly (though with no lack of irritation) telling her that she needed to calm down and go to bed. So instead he moved into the kitchen, pulling the kettle off the heat as it whistled loudly and grabbed another mug from the cupboard, putting a healthy amount of hot cocoa powder into the cup and added the hot water to both mugs. It was odd, seeing Sampson do something simple as this when he had just gotten done handling weapons and wielding an axe. How easily, carefully, he handled the small mugs. Picking one up he held it out to Tessa, smiling lightly. "Hot cocoa?" It didn't really matter if she took it or not, if she didn't he'd simply end up drinking it anyways.
Sammy did love him some hot cocoa, it was almost stupid how much he loved hot cocoa. Though he could always remember sitting by the fire, staring out the window as snow fell with a cup of hot cocoa in his hands, slurping the whip cream off the top of the mug. He'd always grin when his mother'd come into the living room, teasing him about his whip cream mustache. Those were the days he supposed, when he was young and foolish and all he had to worry about was which kind of bad guy he got to kill with his friends that day. But now he had more to worry about than imaginary bad guys, now he had actual bad guys, and his gaze slipped to the window as he cautiously took a drink of the hot cocoa, careful not to scald his tongue. Things were so different now, everything had changed, even when he was enlisted things weren't this grim, weren't this nerve-wracking. He might not show it but Sammy was scared, scared what would happen to the people living in the camp if they were found.
Sampson was not a man who did not fear, there were plenty of things that made him terrified. Such as being found out here, of not protecting the people who put their trust in him. Such as not being able to protect his sister, the vampire, the one who was probably curled up with a book in the makeshift library right now. He sighed heavily, unafraid of showing his brief anxiety to Tessa. He wasn't going to pretend to be unaffected by all that was happening, but the break was brief and he turned his gaze back to her, smiling lightly. "Seriously though Tess, if you wanted to sleep, everything's okay" slowly steppin' outta line 852. woot sammy post! |
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