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Post by trinn on Oct 8, 2009 23:06:21 GMT -8
Etta shrugged modestly at Sam's comment, not wanting to seem arrogant. She was mortified to feel heat rise in her cheeks, a sure-sign she was blushing. "Well," she said as she placed a peice of chicken on one of the plates, "You're not too shabby yourself, running around, saving peoples lives." She set the full plate to the side, grabbing the second one. "The world could benefit from a few more like you, too." Thankfully, by the time she had prepared the second plate, her blush had subsided. Etta handed it to him, looking him in the eyes, "You can call me Etta, by the way. Most of my friends do."
OOC: Good, lol.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 8, 2009 23:27:41 GMT -8
OOC: LOL! I was being honest...those two are my favorite combos...yum! lol
Sam grinned at her returned compliment and that he had caused her to blush. "Thanks." He replied, amused. "I'm glad someone appreciates my hard work." He joked as he took the two full plates into his hands. "Etta." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue. "Hmm, do you consider me a friend then, Etta?" He smiled as he called her by her nickname and placed the plates onto the table for them to eat.
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Post by trinn on Oct 8, 2009 23:47:30 GMT -8
Before sitting down, Etta brushed her hand over the tulip. The little flower seemed to be doing fine despite its rough day before. In fact, it seemed to be thriving. Feeling very content, she sat down at the table and picked up her fork. "Well," she said, lifting a brow at Sam, "That depends on if you like my food." A humored grin lifted her lips, "so the fate of our friendship lies with your taste-buds."
OOC: Oh, lol. In that case, sweet! I loved steamed broccoli and grilled chicken. mmmm
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 0:15:12 GMT -8
OOC: lol.
Sam grinned. "Well, let's hope they work properly then." He poked a fork into the chicken, broke off a piece, and added a small broccoli to it. Placing it in his mouth, he chewed slowly, almost too slowly for Etta to see. Swallowing, Sam cleared his throat. "Hmm, I don't think you'll be able to pass the Army's inspection, I mean, this is too edible for eating in the Mess Hall." He smirked humorously and popped a broccoli into his mouth.
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 13:03:35 GMT -8
Etta couldn't help but feel a litte nervous as Sam took the first bite. She had never considered herself a bad cook, but never usually had occasion to cook for anyone besides herself. A relieved smile lit her face when it seemed Sam enjoyed it. "Good. Now we can be friends." With that, Etta started in on her own food. She ate some of the chicken first, working herself up for the broccoli. Normally, she avoided the consumption of vegetables or fruit, but since it was there, she figured she may as well eat it. Forking a piece of broccoli, she ate it quickly, trying not to think of it as a thing that had feelings. She was human, and the broccoli was not. End of story. Still, for each peice she ate, she had to wash it down with a sip of milk.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 14:37:06 GMT -8
"Well I'm glad I passed that test. Man, the Army would be glad to have you as an instructor." He teased as he ate some more food. "So, Etta, now that you can walk around a bit, I suppose we should go shopping." He gave her a half lit grin. "Despite how much I hate the task, but I don't think you'll forgive me if you have nothing to wear."
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 14:59:09 GMT -8
At the word shopping, Etta perked up. The thought of purchasing a new wardrobe was something to be excited about. When Sam said he hated it, she looked at him incredulously. "How could you hate shopping?" she asked, "Don't you like getting new things." Eating the rest of her broccoli, she waited for his answer. Her father wasn't very fond of shopping either, or any other man she knew. Could this be a global phenomenon?
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 15:05:37 GMT -8
"Its not that I hate getting new things, its the wait and the lines..and the people. I can't deal with annoying shoppers, and, what is the deal with women fighting over clothes? I mean, if it fits, it fits, grab it and go. Geez, the mere thought makes me cringe." He replied as he finished his food and waved around his fork, demonstrating his restlessness with the idea of shopping. "I just don't understand the need to have so many clothes to match different seasons..." He said, recalling the time he went out to buy something after Thanksgiving. That time was horrendous and it rather black it out. "I rather go into combat..." he muttered.
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 16:42:50 GMT -8
Sam made a very valid point. Still, those negative attributes couldn't sway Etta's opinion on shopping. Except for maybe the annoying shoppers. "I myself have never gotten into a fight about clothing. I can't see wasting my energy on something so trivial. However, for us women-folk, its not as simple as fit and go." Etta paused, looking thoughtfully at her tulip as she pondered the right way to put it. "Fitting is the first step. The second step is liking yourself in whatever it is that fits. When you look good, you feel good." Etta stood, picking up her empty plate. "Anyways, I can assure you it won't be that bad. I bet it will even be fun." Grinning, she held out a hand or Sam's plate.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 18:31:15 GMT -8
"It sounds too complicated." Sam said referring to the "steps" to shopping. He glanced up at her as she stood. "Fun?" He smirked as he handed her his plate. He still didn't believe her. "Well, it doesn't matter; I'm still going with you. I'm not leaving you alone, not while people are after you."
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 19:38:03 GMT -8
"Well," Etta said, "I'm glad your going." She shrugged and looked down, "Honestly, I'm kind of afraid to even go out." She shrugged again, trying to laugh it off. Taking the plates back to the sink, Etta deposited them and turned on the faucet. "Anyways, as soon as I get these done, we can go."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 20:25:43 GMT -8
Sam tried to smile, trying to comfort Etta's fears. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you, ok?" He assured her. "Here, let me do that for once. I feel like I haven't done anything and its my house." He chuckled as he strolled over and took the sponge. "Take a break. I can handle this." He gave her a gentle grin.
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 20:49:57 GMT -8
Pursing her lips, Etta looked Sam up and down. "hmm." she said, tapping her chin. "Allright, fine. I guess you're up to the task." Stepping back, she gestured grandly to the sink, "I will leave you to your duties, good sir." Etta smiled wryly, moving back to the table. Leaning against the edge, she tried to be inconspicuous as she watched Sam. He really did have a reasuring presence. And, he had a good humored and kind personality, something she really hadn't been expecting. Although her current situation really sucked right now, he was making it a little better.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 20:59:28 GMT -8
Sam laughed. "Well, I'm glad to have passed your inspection." He said as he poured on the soap. Taking the dishes, he began to wash. "So, what place did you have in mind?" He asked her as he placed one of the clean dishes onto the dish dryer/shelf (OOC: for the life of me I can't remember what they're called. lol).
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Post by trinn on Oct 9, 2009 21:06:24 GMT -8
OOC: lol! haha. Me niether. 0_0
Normally, Etta opted to go to the many malls in the city, but busy shopping zones were probably not the best idea. Fortunately, there were many touristy neighborhods around the city that had a plethora of little clothing boutiques. She remembered one in particular, which she had shopped aorund before. "How about that maplewood district? Its about ten miles out from the city, relatively quiet."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 9, 2009 21:14:28 GMT -8
Sam thought for a moment as his soapy hand went over a dirty plate. "I guess that could work...not many people know about the Maplewood District and we can avoid the large crowds..." He thought again, wondering if he was better to go to the mall, at least they could hide themselves in the crowds, but they were likely to be spotted a lot faster. He decided to go with her suggestion. "Okay, but if I feel like we're being followed or watch, we're getting out of there, okay?" He told her as he finished washing. He dried his hands. "All right, well, let me go change out of these clothes, first, and then we can head out." He gestured to his work suit that he still had on.
He walked by her and into his room. Closing the door, he rummaged through his closet and drawers, trying to figure out what was decent and not so conspicuous to wear. Finally deciding on typical dark blue jeans, sneakers, and a short sleeved jersey tee, he grabbed his jacket and exited his room.
"Okay, I'm ready." He said as he presented himself.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 8:36:05 GMT -8
Etta nodded to Sam, letting him know she would do whatver he thought was best. After he slipped into his room, she sat down at the table and placed both hands around the tulip, cupping its delicate petals. Etta took a calming breath, then tried extending her radius of awareness, trying to reach whatever plants might be left alive in her botique. She closed her eyes, trying to focus. There was a sudden, sharp stab of pain in her head, causing her to hastily release the tulip. "Not trying that again," she muttered, opening her eyes.
Sam came out then, in casual dress. He really knew how to dress the norm. There was nothing obvious about him, she thought, except his natural good looks. Finding herself staring, she said hastily, "Great." and got up from her chair. Standing by the doors, Etta said to Sam, confident, "This will be fun. You'll see."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 12:21:34 GMT -8
Sam gave Etta a dubious look. "If I have fun, I'll buy you dinner." Sam bargained, knowing full well that he wouldn't even come close to enjoying running around and staring and clothes for X-amount of hours. He opened the door for Etta and gestured for her to exit first. Grabbing his set of keys, he lead her down to the street, where his car was located. He rarely used it, unless he was traveling far or doing some random assignments. He wanted to sell a couple of times, but the fact that his dad had gotten that car for him when he was 18, always halted his attempts. He pointed at the 1963 gray Camero. "That one's mine." He said and opened the passenger car door for her.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 13:22:07 GMT -8
"Deal." Etta said, following Sam with challenging eyes as she stepped pass him, exiting the apartment. Once outside, she breathed in deeply, relishing the fresh air. She had been looking up at the cloudless sky when Sam pointed to his car. "Wow," she said, giving a low whistle. "That is one nice camaro." she contiued, promptly taking a seat when Sam held the door for her. Etta waited until he was inside before speaking again. Patting the dashboard, she asked, "Where'd you come across this beauty?"
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 17:14:38 GMT -8
Sam grinned when Etta complimented his car. "Thanks." He said as he shut the door after her. Hurrying, for some unknown reason, to the other side of the car, Sam got in and started the engine. "Um, my Dad got it for me when I joined the Army." He said, feeling more comfortable talking about his father than his mother. "He said that every soldier needed a soldier car." He grinned, thinking about his excitement when coming home from school to find the car in the driveway. He pulled the gears into place and they soon started to head over to the Maplewood District.
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