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Post by trinn on Oct 6, 2009 20:41:36 GMT -8
So, he had been in the army. That would help to explain his gruffness and swiftness in action. "You know," she said, "there are plants that don't need any water. Air ferns. All you need to do is set it by your window to give it some light." She swallowed the last bite of sandwitch, leaning her elbows on the table. "Even a tough army man like you could keep that alive." Her smile faded a little, thinking about the dozen or so air ferns she had at her boutique. Destroyed, most likely, stomped on by all those agents. "Well, at least while I'm here, you can have the tulip. But you should know that this one doesn't like the cold." Reaching out, Etta tenderly touched it's rosy petals, washing as they closed together under her touch at her bidding.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 6, 2009 20:51:49 GMT -8
Sam laughed. "I highly doubt that." He said, regarding the air ferns. "I think I have a better chance at becoming President than I do to taking care of a plant." He leaned back in his chair and noticed the slight falter in her smile. He wondered what she was thinking about. "Well, as long as you're here, that tulip isn't going to die." He smirked and then stared curiously as the plant seemed to move with her touch. "That's pretty handy. I saw what you did to that guy chasing us. Its making me think twice about dismissing a tree."
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Post by trinn on Oct 6, 2009 21:03:46 GMT -8
Shaking off her sulky mood, Etta let her frown dissolve into a more peaceful set. Although, thinking about the man the tree had struck, she almost frowned again. "I didn't know that's what would happen. I didn't want to hurt anyone." But there was no doubt in her mind that the man the tree had struck wad dead. He had been slammed to the ground with bone-crushing force. The tulip started quivering, and she realized her hands were shaking. The events of the day seemed to finally be catching up, and the worst was knowing she had caused a mans death. She clasped her hands together, trying to still them.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 6, 2009 21:14:58 GMT -8
Sympathetic, Sam watched Etta grapple with the idea of harming someone...no...killing someone; he was sure that's what happened. He placed a hand over her shaking one, attempting to comfort her. "Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. You can't change what happened, but only learn from it. But I have to be honest, if you hadn't stopped the guy, more people would have gotten hurt sooner than later. There is no shame in trying to defend and protect yourself or other people. Things happen. Move on and learn from it. Hell, maybe next time you can ask the tree to just block and not react so violently, right?" He said in his attempt to console her.
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Post by trinn on Oct 6, 2009 21:32:16 GMT -8
Etta wasn't sure if it was Sam's words or the comfort of his touch, but she did feel better. At least he gave her a way to look at the situation with some optimism. "Right." she said, able to give a small smile. Her hand stopped shaking then, stilled underneath his large one. She wondered how many others he had had to comfort, how many he had graciously let into his home. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at sam, seeing him in a new light. "Micah was right. You're not such a toughy after all. You're pretty good at this comforting business." she said with a grin.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 13:07:00 GMT -8
Sam gave a small smile in return for Etta's. He cleared his threat when she implied he was a softie, removed his hand and scooted back into his chair. "Whatever." He said and seemed quickly interested in drinking his milk. "I think its time for bed." He told her after he finished his glass. "I'll take care of the dishes." He said and immediately sought to putting them into the sink, where a large pile was already formed.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 19:22:21 GMT -8
Hoping she hadn't offended Sam, Etta placed her hands in her laps and busied herself looking around the apartment. At his announcement for bed, she rose from her seat, watching as he deposited the dishes in the already full sink. He really didn't have time for anything. Maybe she would get up early to do them... But right now the problem was sleeping arangments. "So, I'm sleeping on the couch, right?" she said, in an attempt to confuse him.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 19:52:17 GMT -8
"Ha! Nice try. You're taking the bed." Sam said as he walked back to the dining room table. "Come on, I'll get you something to sleep in." He replied and gestured for her to follow him into the bedroom.
When he was inside, he went to one of his dressers and pulled out some black b-ball shorts and a gray T-shirt that said ARMY on it. "These are rather big for you, but you're only sleeping in them, so no big deal." He said as he placed them on the bed. "Bathroom is on the right," He pointed again to the bathroom. "if you need a shower. There's a fresh towel in there and...I think I got a spare toothbrush in one of the drawers." He stood in the room for a second, like he didn't know what else to say or do. "So, uh, well, good night." He gestured to make his leave.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 20:11:45 GMT -8
Sighing at her failed attempt, Etta followed after Sam. She stood near the bed as he pulled out some random sleeping garments. His room was fairly tidy, for a guys. But, he didn't really have time to make a mess, she thought, remembering that he was constantly moving. She couldn't help but raise a skeptical eyebrow at the clothes he brought out, thinking she was going to look ridiculous in them. Not that looks mattered, really, but she usually liked to look presentable. Noticing the silence, Etta looked up at Sam, who seemed to be at a loss for the next move. She suddenly felt a little selfconscious, standing in the middle of his room. "Night," she replied, thankful the silence was broken. Before he left, she said quickly, "And thanks, again. For everything." she said, voice and eyes sincere.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 20:28:02 GMT -8
Sam turned and gave Etta a half tilted grin. "You're welcome." He answered as he turned around and made his way towards his study to get the futon out.
OOC: and lets get moving! lol
Sam stared at the ceiling as he laid on his futon in the study. He didn't feel like moving it out in the living room, so decided just to sleep here. Thinking about the day's events, Sam continued to wonder why and who was behind Henrietta's attack. Disturbed, he finally went to sleep.
The alarm in the study yelled to be attended to as 6:00 in the morning rolled around. Groaning, Sam tried to find it in his half awakened state, however, it didn't seem to be working. Annoyed, he used his powers to slam the clock against the wall. Sighing with satisfaction, Sam stayed in bed for another 5 minutes before he realized what time it was. Flinging himself out, Sam got dressed; thankful that he has some suits in his study that he could wear.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 20:39:37 GMT -8
A loud crash jolted Etta awake. Disoriented, she wondered where she was. Who's bed was this? Who's shirt? The memories came back in force, and for a wild moment Etta wondered if government agents were knocking down Sam's door. All she could hear was her quick breathing as she tried to listen for any other odd noises. After a minute, she decided there was nothing out of the ordinary, except for that original bang. Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. What time was it? Looking around, she found a clock by the bed, which read six in the morning. She didn't usually get up until seven. "Crap!" she groaned, stumbling out of the bed as she remembered the dishes she had planed to do. At least she had showered last night. That would save her time.
Afraid Sam was already awake, she rushed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, pausing only to note that there was light on in the study he had slept in. Reaching the sink, she flipped on the faucet, located a sponge, and grabbed the first dish. Scrubbing frantically, she hoped to be done before he came in.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 20:51:06 GMT -8
Yawing and fully suited, Sam crept out of the study, hoping that the little incident with the clock didn't wake her up. He walked slowly to the kitchen and then heard the sound of running water. Confused, but curious, he peeked his head into the kitchen. He blinked twice as he processed what was going on. "What are you doing?" He asked, with a stupid expression on his face as he walked in. "Oh." He said as he processed that she was washing the dishes. "You don't need to do that..." He looked around, embarrassed that his guest was doing what he was suppose to be doing.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 20:57:43 GMT -8
At the sound of Sam's voice, Etta jumped, splashing water all over the counter. "Oh, you're awake," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Looking over her shoulder at him, she was embarrassed to see him fully dressed and ready for the day, while she was still in his clothes. The shorts hung past her knees, the army shirt hung loosely on her shoulders. "Well, I woke up a little early, so I thought I might as well do something useful." Etta lied, staring, abashed, at the plate she was scrubbing down. "I'm almost done, anyways." she added.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 21:15:03 GMT -8
"Oh." Sam repeated stupidly as his eyes paused on her; his clothes actually looked quite good on her... He snapped himself out of that train of thought. "Uh, well, thank you, but you don't need to work your stay here...I mean, its no big deal..." He cleared his throat. "Anyways, coffee?" He asked her and flicked his finger at the coffer machine that was behind her. It made a small click as it turned on and began to make the coffee. He was actually quite happy to not have to hide his abilities from someone. "Um, do you need any help?" He asked as he adjusted his tie.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 21:34:21 GMT -8
Etta shrugged, letting him know it was no big deal. She was startled as the coffee machine came on with a click. Rolling her eyes at herself for being so jumpy, she concentrated on the last few dishes. "Coffee would be nice." she said, shaking off a finished cup. Lifting an eyebrow, she looked around at Sam, a slight smile on her face. "Just tend to the coffee, soldier," she said in reply to his offer to help. Besides, Etta didn't want him getting his suit messed up, and she found herself thinking how suave he looked in it... not that it mattered, or anything. She focused on the last dish, enjoying the relaxing motion of washing. Doing the dishes felt good to her, like she was taking care of someone. Nurtuing things, people, was something she was good at, and it was gratifying. Setting the dish on the counter, Etta turned to face Sam, drying her hands on a dishtowel. "I'm gonna let those air dry for a second while I change, and you had better not touch them." Smirking, she slipped around Sam and made her way back to his room. Etta dressed automatically, changing back into yesterdays clothes. Unless she wanted to wear them for the rest of her life, she really did need to go shopping.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 21:52:42 GMT -8
"Sorry." Sam muttered when he noticed that the coffee machine made her jump. He gave her a half smile when she called him a soldier. "Yes ma'am." He joked, somehow finding himself in good-humor with her around. As she left to go change and while they wait for coffee, Sam went to turn on his average sized tv to see what was on the news. Finding the remote, he changed to the local news.
"The weather today is lovely." The weather man droned on. Not interested in the weather, Sam changed to another channel.
"Still no word on the investigation of a local kidnapping and gang violence that happened yesterday afternoon. Authorities are currently working with FBI officials as they try to identify the kidnapper..." The anchor woman reported as an image of Henrietta popped on as a side image.
"Crap..." Sam muttered. Now the FBI is involved. He glanced at his bedroom door, where Henrietta was changing. "We're gonna need to change her look...and quickly." He wondered if he should call in sick or something; but he needed to know what his people knew. He debated on what to do while the news rambled on.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 22:08:23 GMT -8
Finished changing, Etta messed with her hair for a second, trying to unflatten it from sleep. When she felt it looked a little better, she left the room to find Sam watching the news. There was a small picture of her at the side of the news anchors head, and she was pretty sure it was taken from her drivers license. Ah, well, it wasn't too bad a picture. "I'd be spotted right away on the street." she said to Sam, coming to stand beside him. Biting her bottom lip, she thought about the predicament. "I'll just hole up in here while you're at work." she said after a second's thought, "but, if you could get me a home-kit of hair dye, I could do my hair here. Also, maybe a hair-straightner." Reaching into a pockett, Etta looked for cash, only to realize that she was now broke. "Oh." she said lamely, "I'm poor."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 22:20:52 GMT -8
Sam turned half way to the sound of Henrietta's voice. "Yeah, i was just thinking about that." He said as the news moved on to another story.
Sam nodded as she told him what she wanted. "Gotcha...home kit hair dye..." He hoped he could spot what that was when he went to the store. "Don't worry about." Sam said as he waved off Etta's attempt to pay him. He smirked from her sudden realization. "I thought I told you not to worry about anything? Besides, Micah gave me an atm card for situations like these." He explained as the coffee sounded, indicating it was done. Turning around, he went back into the kitchen to pour two cups. "I guess I should at least show up at work for a bit, despite how uncomfortable I am to leave you alone." He said as he walked back into the living room, handing her a cup. "Here's my cell phone number." He walked over to a side table, where an old newspaper laid and a pen was at. He scribbled his number on newspaper. "I'll pick up some groceries while I'm out too; I think you might starve with my lack of supplies." He shrugged.
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Post by trinn on Oct 7, 2009 22:36:21 GMT -8
Taking the cup, Etta held it for a moment, letting the warmth seep into her hands. As usual, she was astounded by Sam's hospitality, and the fact that a kid, even though he was the "rebel", could think about everything. He was definitely prepared, and he must have good contacts to be handing out extra ATM cards. Taking a sip of the coffee, she looked at the number he had written down, making a note to program it in her phone as soon as possible. Etta laughed at his last comment, covering her mouth with the back of a hand. "Hardly. But, if it makes you feel better." She shrugged, taking another drink of coffee. "Good luck today." she added after swallowing, "I hope you find the answers you're looking for."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 7, 2009 23:03:21 GMT -8
"Thanks. Call me if you need anything." He told her as he finished his coffee. He placed the cup into the sink. He opened the door and before stepping out, turned for one more thought. "Seriously, call me if you feel unsafe, okay?" He stressed and gave her a simple "later."
Walking, Sam hailed down a taxi and went to work.
"Yo, Sammy! What's up? You left work early." Sam's partner questioned as he sat down across from Sam.
"Sorry. Something came up, a friend was in trouble." He said as he booted up his computer.
"Lame, man. You missed the action."
"Yeah? What's that?" He asked innocently as he typed in his password to the computer.
"Our department's merging."
"What?" Sam glanced away from the computer.
"Yup. Congress is taking an interest in what we're doing, especially after the Matt Parkman incident."
"Wait, what does that mean?" Sam asked, trying to process things.
"It means, we're getting help to catch those freaks."
Sam's jaw tightened as his partner continued to speak.
"You also missed a heck of a raid yesterday. The other guys had located a chick who owned a flower shop. They say she can move plants."
"Yeah, i heard that on the news. I thought it was some stupid kidnapper who got caught up in a gang fight."
"Nope." His partner reclined in his chair.
"Wait, so does that mean the freak got away? Or is that a cover?"
"She got away. It looks like she knew about it, cause she had some help escaping."
"Do we know who it was?"
"Don't think so. The guys that were sent in are worked up pretty bad. Not that it matters anyways, those tac dudes aren't gonna stick around much longer."
"What'd you mean?" Sam furrowed his brow.
"They got sacked. I mean, it was one simple mission and they blew it. Dude, if they sent us in..." His partner pretended to be holding a sniper rifle. "Pop! I wouldn't even have given the chick a chance." He started to laugh.
Sam gave a weak laugh. "Ha. Yeah..." He said as he began some paper work, but all the while, wondered how Henrietta was doing and what this new merger met. Does Congress' involvement mean that they're going to let the public know? Did that mean they had to go into hiding?
Throughout the day, Sam constantly checked the clock, wishing it was 5pm so he could get out; he debated to call Etta just to check up on her. Of course, that was if they weren't called onto a site location. If that happened, Sam wouldn't have a choice but to tag along, or else he would either get fired or suspected. Plus, if they did manage to find another gifted, he could help.
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