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Post by sammii cori knowell on Mar 21, 2011 21:12:42 GMT -5
 - - - -No one was going to be home tonight. Which was great, because that meant he got to do whatever the hell he wanted. He was not exactly sure what his brother and sister-in-law could possibly be doing staying out all night. It wasn't like there were a whole lot of places to go. Hulett was a small town, and they couldn't leave it to go to a bigger town — from the little he could remember from geography class in high school, there wasn't even a bigger town near them. Which was what had made it so much easier for the government to quarantine Hulett in 1953. Okay... maybe he remembered a lot more from high school than he generally let on, but that was fine and dandy. Sam wasn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box, but it was pretty important to him, at least, to remember what might be around Hulett. What if he got the chance to get out, to escape from the fucked up town?
Hulett was home, yes, but... it was a bad home. There was no reason for him to be stuck here like past generations had for the last six decades. He didn't have a demon — and he didn't ever want one. It seemed... silly, for the government to keep the whole town locked up because a couple people got possessed. But he had no hope that he would be able to change the mind of the entire United States government.
So he would deal with what he was given. At least he had amazing friends in town. Nat and Fletcher were the two best things that he could ever hope for, besides maybe his parents still being alive. He certainly wouldn't mind that. It made him feel guilty whenever he realized that he could hardly remember them at this point. The only 'memories' came from pictures of them. He was sure that was to be expected. He was almost nineteen... They had died when he was five. Fourteen years ago. Even if he had only gotten five years with them, it still hurt him to know they were dead. Maybe part of that reason was because he was now stuck with Cathy, who was evil enough without a demon inside her (which she did not have, as far as he could tell).
Anyway. Sam was home alone, which meant that those two 'best things that he could ever hope for' had a chance of coming over. He just... had to decide which one. After some debate, he decided to call Nat and leave her a voice mail. In it, he had instructed her to bring a few movies — which, knowing her movie taste, had been a bad idea — and any snack food she wanted. He had a good amount at his own house, and they could always go out and grab some more, but there was no reason not to tell her to bring what she wanted.
That had been... about two hours ago. Nat should probably be here soon, like he'd suggested. He'd collected a pile of possible movies to watch that he owned by the DVD player down the basement — which was furnished in to a family room type of thing. Although his 'family' wasn't exactly family-oriented... He was basically the only person, along with his friends, who used the basement for what they had furnished it to be used for. His brother would agree every once in a while, saying that at least it did get used. He and Cathy didn't have any children, although they were both still young. For now, though, Sam had been their 'child' since he had been around the age of seven, and Cathy had become a serious part of Kyle's life. Unfortunately. But he didn't like to be mean to Cathy, even if she deserved it for what she did to him. He just wasn't that kind of person — he didn't think he could be even if he wanted to.
He was walking up from the basement when he heard the knock on the door. Which was, most likely, Nat. He smiled, and picking up his pace, practically jogged to the front door so that he didn't keep her waiting. He twisted the doorknob and pulled the door inward, so that it opened. Sure enough, there was Nat. "Oh, hi," he replied, still smiling.
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Post by natalia adrienne monroe on Mar 22, 2011 13:23:58 GMT -5
 According to the clock sitting next to her bed, it was just past six, so why the hell was she still in bed? Nat moved roughly, trying to find her way out of the bed, only to wake up with a rather painful reminder of just why she had gone back to bed. Her head and her ribs were absolutely aching, and the light of the lamp she had just flicked on seemed far too bright. Flicking the light back off, Nat just sat in the darkness of her room for a few moments. As far as she was aware, her head and ribs were the only thing that had really been damaged, though she wouldn't have been able to tell for sure until she actually knew what she looked like, at the moment.
Forcing herself from the bed, Nat made her way from her bedroom into the bathroom just down the hall, hesitant to turn on the light. Turning the light on was painful, just as it had been in her room, but there was nothing she could do about that. A glance over in the mirror suggested that all damage had been directed away from her face, and directed at her ribs instead, her headache coming from having fallen into a side table. In an attempt to dull some of the pain from her ribs, Nat started the water for a shower, keeping it slightly warmer than usual. It took around a minute for her to gather what she needed: a towel, clothes, and some medical tape, just in case. Stepping into the warm shower had been both relaxing and annoying. Not even five seconds after she had stepped into the shower, she heard the familiar lyrics of her ring tone blasting from her bedroom. Fuck it. It could wait.
Nat spent longer than she usually would in the shower, trying to see if she could get the majority of the pain to fade. It worked to a degree. But, not nearly as much as she had been hoping. Taping her ribs seemed like too much effort and a waste of time, so that was also out of the question. Nat threw the clothes she had randomly chosen out of her closet on, as well as the bracelet and necklace she never left the house without. Both were gifts from her brother, and both were things she could never lose. After managing to dry and style her hair the best she could, Nat made her way back into her bedroom, tugging the drawer of the table her clock sat on, pulling out a single bottle of medication, popping one, before tossing it back in the drawer. Glancing at the clock, Nat realized just how long she had been in the shower for. It was almost 7:30 now. Oh fuck. Glancing about for her phone, she checked it only to find a voice from Sam. A smile grew across her lips as she listened to the voicemail, instructing her to bring the movies and snacks of her choice and make her way over to his house. So, maybe this night would have a redeeming point, after all. However, she couldn't help but doubt that he was going to regret telling her she could bring her own movies.
Within about ten minutes, Nat had managed to track down a few movies of her own, trying to keep them as tame as she possibly could, despite the genre. In addition to finding the movies, she had grabbed a few things from the pantry, mainly just a bag of chips, a few bags of popcorn, and two bottles of soda that she had bought last week, but never got around to drinking. With that, she darted out the door, informing her dad she was leaving before he even had a chance to respond. Well, at least, he couldn't get on her for leaving without telling him this time.
It was frustrating, the way she was still treated like a child, despite being two years past the legal age, but that was the price she paid for staying in her father's house, well after turning eighteen. There were two reasons she stuck around her childhood home. The first and foremost, her brother. She wasn't going to leave him alone with her father, even if it meant sacrificing her own well being. The second reason? She didn't exactly have anywhere to go. It wasn't like she could just up and leave Hulett and take her brother with her. She was stuck here, and she was probably always going to be. At least, the people she cared about here made it worthwhile.
Nat turned a few more corners and traveled down a few more streets before finding herself on the doorstep of the familiar house. For Nat, Sam was one of the very few redeeming points in Hulett. He kept her sane, for the most part. Even if there were a few things he didn't exactly know were going on. But, everyone had their secrets, right? Nat knocked on the door, waiting for a response. Fortunately, the response didn't take long. "Hey there, Sammii,"
[/color] she smiled, as she made her way into the house. Usually, she wouldn't have been that bold about things, but considering she had known him forever, she figured it was acceptable. "Sorry for taking forever. You literally called right after I got in the shower."[/color] She took a moment to glance from the bag back to Sam. "So, are you sure that telling me to bring my own movies was a good idea?"[/color] Nat smirked slightly, almost teasingly. "But, don't worry. I'll let you hide in my shoulder if you want, and I'll watch however many movies of yours that you want."[/color] She was trying to offer a deal he couldn't refuse. Hopefully, she was succeeding. [/justify] tagged for. [/color] sara as sam knowell! <3 word count.[/color] 970 outfit.[/color] click! lyrics. wonderwall - oasis notes. gaaaah, my starters suck. D: they'll get to be more quality, i promise. c:[/center][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by sammii cori knowell on Mar 23, 2011 11:15:28 GMT -5
- - - -Bad timing on my part then, I guess," Sam answered with a grin. He scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly — which was kind of an exaggeration, considering he never really felt awkward around Nat. They had known each other far too long for that. Nat and he had been friends literally almost their entire lives. At this point, he couldn't remember a time when they hadn't been friends. He barely remembered when and how they may have met. His friendship with Nat seemed to have always been there. It wasn't hard to have life-long friends or enemies in Hulett, though, he supposed. The town wasn't exactly big. There was maybe four hundred people in it, tops. And with the entire town being quarantined, eventually a person would run in to everyone, he thought. It was sad to think about, sometimes... Spending one's entire life in the same town — maybe even in the same house — knowing your ancestors had done the same thing for at least sixty years. Many families, he was sure, had been in Hulett even before that.
But even without a quarantine, he thought it was probably the same in any small town. Multiple families staying put for generations. If it was what their family did... Who wanted to be the ruin of that? Whenever Sam really thought about what life would be like with the quarantine off, he couldn't picture moving away. Perhaps for a short period of time — for college, or something, which was a level of education he had no reason to pursue at this point. But he imagined himself coming back, no matter when or where he went; for how long he was away. Hulett was home: the location of his entire life. How did anyone leave something like that? If he did live to see the quarantine taken off of Hulett... He was sure it would strange more than anything. Relieving, sure, but also very strange. And besides, he didn't even know where he would go. There wasn't any particular place he was longing to see; nothing that called to him and made him passionately want to visit. He knew that his father's family had come from New Orleans before moving north to Hulett a few decades before the quarantine; his brother had used to tell him they probably still had distant cousins down there — they could track their family tree back a little bit. But who knew. It could always come back to 'but who knew.' They were just too cut off from the world, even though they had access to the Internet, to T.V. They couldn't get out there and experience it for real. What use was the Internet and television in the long run, then?
One of Sam's eyebrows lifted upward as he heard Nat's offer. Scary movies in exchange for her putting up with his Disney movies... It didn't sound unfair, really. But he didn't exactly know how he would get through watching a horror movie. Sam was a scaredy cat, without a doubt. Anything in the least bit frightening had a possibility of freaking him; of making him cry. He had never really sat through many horror movies. One or two here and there, since Kyle and Cathy enjoyed watching them. Mainly, however, he avoided anything with the potential to be frightening. He trusted Nat not to put him through anything too bad, though. She knew how much of a scaredy cat he was. Though in retrospect, he really had no idea why he had suggested she bring her own movies. It wasn't that he was trying to be selfish by not asking, so as to avoid getting scared. By now, Nat probably knew she could bring her movies with her whenever she came over for the night and try to convince him to watch them with her.
"It depends..." he started, grinning with a little mischief in his features (which was unusual in most cases, but around Nat — or his other 'sibling,' Fletcher — he didn't act how he did around other people). "What kind of snacks did you bring with you?"
It didn't really depend on that, of course. He had basically already made up his mind to say yes to Nat. But he was curious about what she may have brought with her, so it seemed like an opportune moment to ask. He turned and faced Nat, closing the door behind him (after realizing he had still been holding it open — it wasn't necessarily a priority considering, unfortunately, there were no pets around to escape). He ruffled his hair, moving a few black strands from his eyes and smiling at Nat again.
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