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Post by Samantha on Jul 25, 2011 11:09:03 GMT -8
Samantha sat on the beach, the fine grains pushed aside over and over as she dug her hands through the sand, lifting them out and putting them back in, absentminded motions while her emerald eyes stared out at the water. today had been a very interesting day at school, the second for her. she wondered about those two boys, ric and mekiel, how their fight ended out, if they where okay.
stupid fighting, always present. conflict was one thing, eventually two different opinions would always contest for their own side, this was the way of the world. fighting for no reason though, with no thought, it seemed... well, unrealistic almost, she couldn't imagine why anyone would do that.
her hand continued to play in the sand, the sun was just begining its descent across the horizon, she had maybe another hour and a half of sunlight, that was okay, sufficient time to continue to meditate on the day. there where a few other people on the beach, a couple watching the sunset, a group of boys who all looked like friends. Samantha realized it was wierd for her to be sitting alone, she had yet to make any good friends who would actually join her if she said "let's go to the beach". so far everyone she knew was an acquaintance at best, though there was a lot of potential there, she was not going to ignore that.
suddenly in a strange mood from realizing how lonely she was she tucked her head into her arms
what a day.
at least it was beautiful on the beach
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Post by Ric on Jul 25, 2011 13:56:13 GMT -8
"Mexam-se! MOVIMENTO mova mova!"
He was frustrated, which is why when he yelled out 'Move, Move Move Move!' the group of boys stared at him like a deer stuck in the headlights. He didn't even realize he'd switched over to Portuguese, it was something he did without a second thought whenever angry or frustrated. He was still steamed about how poorly he'd performed against the Happy Blonde earlier that day. Though, he realized it was more like how poorly he was made to perform. He needed to improve, thus, he was out running again.
And back from the trip down memory lane, he was running, rather quickly, towards the group of boys whom didn't feel like moving. Didn't help the matter that they didn't understand him, but he wasn't exactly partial to human contact at the moment. If he was, he'd most likely be creating a bond between his fist and their faces. He was so angered with himself he didn't even want to fight. . . What was wrong with him?
As he neared the group he sprung off of the cushioned sand, his long, tanned bare feet stretched out wide at the toes as he curled his legs forward, bringing his knee's to his chest like a long jumper. If not for the fact that he didn't want to hit them, this would've been the perfect position to smoke one or two of them. Instead he sailed over their heads, the most that touched them was a few beads of sand falling from his feet.
He landed with a thud, though on both feet in a semi-squat. Bounding forward he continued to run, not even looking back at the gaping faces as he continued on his way. His pace had slowed considerably from before, his quadriceps and hamstrings on fire from the sprinting into a high jump routine he'd just performed.
As he continued down the beach with his head down he started to control his breathing, taking longer, more drawn out breaths. His running was done for the evening. He didn't even bother to check his watch, whatever he did wasn't enough, but he'd have to start pushing himself harder tomorrow. Looking forward he noticed someone else on the beach, just about ten feet from him now. She looked familiar, he'd definitely seen her today. But where?
'Ah! She's the one with guts. Brown hair shorts.'
She looked depressed, and this put a pang of guilt in his stomach. He didn't know why he felt guilty. He didn't know her. Must've just been a trait, he never did like seeing girls cry. Moving over towards her he paused, turning for a moment before sitting down beside her, his legs stretched out, knee's raised off the sand as he hunched forward, just wearing a pair of shorts. He rested his elbows on his knee's, staring off at the water rolling in.
He coughed, an attempt to clear his throat as he built up the never to speak, then laid on more Portuguese without the slightest indication that he meant to speak English.
"Mulheres bonitas deveriam sorrir mais."
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Post by Samantha on Jul 25, 2011 22:59:52 GMT -8
Samantha sat in the sand, vaguely she could hear the waves crashing, someone shouting, a group of boys talking, time passing. it couldn't be helped and it didn't do any good to mope about it. loneliness samantha had found was only cured if you aren't looking to cure it, sometimes in places you would not usually look, or where you would not expect to find it. it was a curious thing, the human brain, how it could process such incredible feats, and yet it could be brought entirely to its knees without enough contact to others. someone was running toward her, slowly. a paced run. she looked up a little, just over her arm to see ric from earlier, wearing shorts on some sort of run by the beach it looked like. it was always good to see someone take care of themselves physically. even more so he was rather well built for one of his size. she put her head back down then remembered that he had just attacked mekiel out of no where, the thought lingered with her for a moment, she could feel him squat down next to her, and when he cleared his throat she looked up at him. whatever could he want with her? she tried to hide the sadness in her eyes.
"Mulheres bonitas deveriam sorrir mais."
She looked at him for a moment, her eyes widened and she gave a little laugh "Pardon? I don't think I quite caught that" she asked, the gibberish he just said sounded quite foreign. bonitas, okay, something about girl?
Ric was one of the last people she expected to see today, he didn't look too bad off from having fought mekiel either. curiosity who won that battle blossomed inside of her, but she decided it may be best to bring that up later
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Post by Ric on Jul 26, 2011 8:12:25 GMT -8
'Aw...Wait...Yep... Damn. Idiot.'
He scolded himself for speaking in Portuguese again out of the blue. It was honestly a bad habit to have while living in the states, especially when trying to speak English. Clearing his throat again he stared towards the ocean, waiting a few moments after she politely asked for a translation. He didn't exactly what to translate it work for work, it would've probably sounded to sappy, given that he was speaking from the moment.
"Ah, it roughly means that you should smile more." He said without glancing to the side. He went back to being tight lipped, his eyes focused forward, slightly narrowed as though he was concentrating on the actions of an aggressor, giving him a partially angry expression without his realization.
At least she'd laughed a little. He wasn't sure if it was a general laugh, or a 'what the hell' laugh, or a nervous laugh. To him, a laugh was a laugh. And so he took it, figuring it was the best he could do. To avoid any awkwardness to follow he seemed to concentrate on staring forward, his left hand brushing 'back' his short stubble for hair, thumb lingering over his scar as he'd occasionally do.
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Post by Samantha on Jul 26, 2011 11:09:50 GMT -8
She leaned back a little and appraised him as he sat staring off at the ocean, "Ah, it roughly means that you should smile more." he informed her. almost instantly she smiled, a little blush coming to her cheeks. the portugese though lost on her had been quite a line, hearing someone speak another language was always fascinating. "well, thank you for giving me a reason to smile" she said with a little laugh. he was now in his own place, he was a curious character, fighting one moment, caring the next, very distracted, very mysterious in his own ways. the silence that was left was comfortable, at least to her, she understood some people simply where not the talkative type, they needed a little more coercing to speak freely.
"so, what language was that you where speaking earlier?" she asked with a little smile.
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Post by Ric on Jul 26, 2011 15:13:11 GMT -8
He heard her, and it made him smiled. . . sort of, the corner of his mouths curled up slightly, the barest hint that he could in fact smile. His fixture on the horizon and the crashing waves didn't faultier. He just didn't know what the say, didn't know of he should be looking at her. His social grace was extremely awkward at best, especially around girls. With guys it was better, because for better or worse he could always just punch them in the end.
But not girls.
When she brought up a question he was oddly relieved, it didn't force him to try and say anything. He didn't mind silence, made it easier to concentrate. Sitting with someone in silence usually told more about them then just talking about general things like the weather.
"It's Portuguese. For the last five years I've lived in Brazil, only just recently returning." He spoke calmly, explaining himself without regard to waiting for the question. He assumed it was included in the prior one, so there was no need to wait for her to ask again.
"What about you?" He began, finally breaking his glare at the ocean, pivoting his head and looking over at Samantha. "Have you always lived here?"
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Post by Samantha on Jul 27, 2011 1:37:59 GMT -8
"It's Portuguese. For the last five years I've lived in Brazil, only just recently returning."
Who knew? it wasn't hard to tell from looking at him of certain descent, but that he was actually from brazil. then again she had never had this much chance to talk to him. and then he was asking questions
"What about you, have you always lived here?" he asked looking over at her. she turned her head to meet his gaze with a little giggle. "Funny you should ask that" she said, pointing toward the sand beneath them "Here, in long beach, I am brand new, today is my 2nd day here, not counting my first night when we had just finished moving in" she said but then added "but I've been a native of california all my life, grew up in newport beach" she said, she didn't know if he knew where that was. it didn't really matter she supposed or rather it wasn't on her mind as she was more curious about him.
"you said returning, so you where born here?" she asked
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Post by Ric on Jul 27, 2011 8:31:01 GMT -8
"I was." He replied, he kept it short simply because he was trying to figure out where Newport Beach was. He may have grown up in this city, but allot had changed since he left, and when he was a child he didn't so much care about the geographical region outside the city. . . Or inside for that matter. As long as he found his favorite playground he was a happy little child. Oh, how things had changed.
"To my knowledge my mother and father are both from here as well." He honestly wasn't sure. He'd never asked, but they never spoke of the contrary. There was no degree's hanging in the family den with any college of high school names from somewhere across the country, so he had to assume they were both born and raised here as well. Maybe one day he'd get around to asking them, but it just didn't seem like such a big deal at the moment.
As he sat there his body gradually turned over from 'active' to 'dormant', causing his brain to believe he was in immediate need of cooling down. Sweat began to more rapidly pour down to his brow. He didn't mind the feeling, but he assumed it would be socially impolite to just let it all drip down. Bringing his left hand back up he used his thumb to casually wipe each brow, moving from inside out before wiping his soiled hand on his shorts.
"Come here often?" He just wanted to keep the conversation going, but his mouth was faster then his mind as he remember she'd just mention that this was her second day. "Ah, damn. Guess you've already answered that."
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Post by Samantha on Jul 27, 2011 9:45:40 GMT -8
he kept his answers short and sweet. this suited samantha fine, she had the capacity to be, but didn't particularly consider herself a blabbermouth. there was quiet and ric began to sweat. it must have been a good work out for him. it wasn't exactly pleasent but Samantha rarely held people accountable for things that where out of their control. like sweat after running.
he asked a question and answered it himself, a trademark of a quick mind. at least as far as she had ever observed. she chuckled. "well, I definitely intend to make this a usual spot, it's beautiful here" she said, the sun was now falling down the horizon, careening toward the water line to be eaten up before the night sky came out. "I think everyone should be able to find a nice spot that they can just go to and think... even better for me when its a place where you run into people you know occasionally" she had wanted to use the term friends as opposed to 'people you know' but it was hard to say what was in rics head, though they should be friends right? he came over to cheer her up, that had to say something.
"You come by this area often yourself?" she asked, curious if they would have more sunset meetings to sit in their own polite semi-silences, exchanging whatever came to them, witholding whatever seemed natural.
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Post by Ric on Jul 27, 2011 14:14:23 GMT -8
Ric was getting to that time in life where talking to girls was odd, scary, yet exciting all at once. He wanted to make the best of it, but at the same time he couldn't help but come around and nit-pick on everything that he heard. Perhaps it was a bad trait, maybe it was a good trait, but certain things set his mind into a jumble, searching it's 'vast' mainframe for the possibilities in the meaning.
'She intends to make this a usual spot. . . So she hasn't made up her mind yet, but that more or less means she'll be coming her more often then not... Wait, what does usual mean? Could it mean a few times a week, or just once a week, or just whenever she feels like it? I... Don't know.'
As he thought he began to concentrate, his eyes becoming focused as they narrowed, his brows scrunching inward as he appeared to be staring at the sand just in front of her. Despite his stern concentration he was focusing on her words, they were being slipped into his thoughts, adding more clues that could either help him solve his mental puzzle, or utterly confuse him.
'She mentioned running into people she knows. . . Today that's me... Huh... Could that mean she feels lonely? Well, that only makes sense, she's just moved here. It's only been a few days, it's hard to adjust to life in a new place. Even I know that.'
His mind was rushing through at a fast pace, trying to keep up with the social expectancies around him while decoding any hidden message in her words. He'd heard that women often spoke with subtle undertones, hidden meaning's, but he didn't know if it was true or not. Bringing his gaze back up his eyes softened, his stare coming back to his regular 'stern' condition as he began to answer her question.
"I'm what you could call a regular. Every evening I come running. The heat and sand tends to remind me of my times back in Brazil." He left it there, it seemed like a good time was to be had by all if he did. He wouldn't just blurt out that he was possibly even more violent back in Brazil then he was here, that just seemed impolite.
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Post by Samantha on Jul 28, 2011 14:04:41 GMT -8
What an interesting boy, the cogs turning in his head where readable on his face, a thinker. she liked thinkers, they where usually reasonable. still this harkened back to the first time she met him, it was hard to shake a first impression, especially when it included attacking her 'guard' (though neither of them knew that he was her guard yet). Ric was truly a curiosity. he made no sense, while everything he said seemed perfectly sensical.
"I'm what you could call a regular. Every evening I come running. The heat and sand tends to remind me of my times back in Brazil."
she smiled, something to remind oneself of home, she supposed her reasons for liking this beach where similar, it reminded her of the sands back in newport. "sounds nice, brazil I mean" she said, her head turned toward him "I love beaches, they are absolutely the most beautiful places in the world. and being on a beach will always remind me of home, growing up walking distance from it has made me spoiled" she said with a laugh. ric still looked stern, he was kind of an intense kid, thinkers usually where. thinkers also had ways of unwinding.
"so, running every night, is that how you unwind after a long day?" it was a serious question, everyone has their thing, right? at least his was nice and healthy
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Post by Ric on Jul 28, 2011 14:55:42 GMT -8
"It is." - 'After you get use to it.' He had a habit of only voicing half of his thoughts, it kept him focused, and he believed it helped move conversations along. It was just his belief on the matter, it's why he kept his answers short. As she spoke about her past expierences and her foundness for beaches he couldn't help but think of the unknown. The sand was familiar, that's why he liked it. The heat, the ocean, even the constant sweat. Everything was so familiar, it was like he was moving along the same tracks. He wanted to check out the Rockies, he'd never seen a mountain in real life, let alone been on one. The idea was a bit mesmerizing, being out of his comfort zone.
Her quesiton regarding his running was a real brain stumper. He couldn't quite answer right away. He tried, his mouth opened, a small 'aahh' escaped his lips, then his jaw closed as his eyes narrowed and his brow tensed. He was back deep into thought. Why did he run? Was it just to clear his mind? Was his daily/nightly ritual to ease his mental state? Was it purely for physical fitness? He hadn't really questioned it every before, it made his weary to answer for a moment's time. Slowly he started up, trying to answer while still thinking.
"You. . . Could say that. I guess. . ." Another pause, more thinking. He actually brought his hand up to his chin, gently rubbing with his thumb. "It's. . . A habit that I picked up back in Brazil. It all stemmed for a weakness, something I hated turning into something I loved. Now, I just do it out of instinct. It's like my body can't rest until it's burnt away the last shred of energy for the day."
"Do you have any quirks like that?"
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Post by Samantha on Jul 29, 2011 0:56:46 GMT -8
his answer was slow, he was caught off guard, he'd probably never really considered it. habits where formed, and their purposes forgotten, only the mind and the device are left after awhile. she couldn't help but smile as he thought about it. thinkers.
"It's. . . A habit that I picked up back in Brazil. It all stemmed for a weakness, something I hated turning into something I loved. Now, I just do it out of instinct. It's like my body can't rest until it's burnt away the last shred of energy for the day."
She nodded as he talked, turning weakness into strength, taking what you aren't good at and making it your forte was not only a show of character, but also of a self improving personality, someone who truly wanted to be better. she wondered if that was the only thing he wanted to be better. some people, well, they make themselves better, then see that they should make the world better as well. some people never quite get to that second stage. she wasn't making judgements however, she was rather impressed.
"Do you have any quirks like that?"
what a curious question. then again he had shared something that could have been personal, he meant well. still she had difficulty answering, she never kept track of such things, she was usually thinking about something else.
"I don't know... I have an unusually one track mind" she said, it was really the only thing she could think of. when she set her mind to something, that was her focus and she wouldn't rest till it was finished. "My personality is definitely more quirky than my habits" she said with a little laugh. she looked at him, he was quite straightforward, he just liked to ask things, get to know people it seemed like. it was clear to her that he meant no harm, he was just enjoying the beach like a regular kid. the sun was now sinking beneath the horizon, the orange hue of the sky painted a beautiful scene before them. Samantha simply smiled.
"You say and ask whats on your mind, I wish more kids did that." she said, almost out of the blue "you must be pretty knowledgable, as naturally curious as you are" she smiled at him. "tell me, what do you live for?" it was an ultimate curiosity, what someones reason for doing what they do is. as a thinker she imagined he may have put some thought into that before, it may be just the kind of question he would like. or not, but she knew there was only one way to find out.
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Post by Ric on Jul 29, 2011 6:38:32 GMT -8
"My life goal?" He asked in question to her words, not quite sure what she was getting at. He hardly left it alone though, the question seemed almost rhetorical as he quickly moved into his next sentence. He was blunt with his words, though was serious about each one as he turned his head and looked straight into her eyes.
"I want to rule the world."
He was so blunt, so straight foreward with it that some people could mistrew this as a sort of joke, but as the moment came and passed he didn't blink. It was almost like his facial muscles were frozen in time. He didn't blink, smile, frown, breath heavily, cough, or sneeze. He didn't even drool a little. He was true with his words, as true and clear minded as he'd ever been. This was the first time he'd ever answered that question before, but it possed no uncertainty in his mind for response.
After that he remained silent. He didn't have anything else to add. There was nothing he felt he should have to do to break the silence. It was actually something he enjoyed, the telling of his goal had never been done before, it was almost like he'd gotten some weight off his mind. He kept looking towards her, if the silence continued for too long he'd eventually break out an 'awkward turtle' or one of it's many 'awkward' relatives.
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Post by Samantha on Jul 29, 2011 10:33:39 GMT -8
Samantha listened to his response, to rule the world. it was an interesting goal, one that he was apperantly completely set on, he was either so serious right now that she was either being seriously punked or he was actually serious. she decided upon noting ashton kutcher's absence that the latter was probably the more likely. "interesting, I guess that makes us rivals" she said with a good natured chuckle "I want to be the first female president, we need a moderate in office bad" she said offhand, most people where surprised when she said this, girl's political interest was often much lower than hers. "you're starting in the wrong spot to rule the world you know. you'd have to go to eastern europe where the people aren't educated, give them something like education and industry so they will be indebted to you and follow you as you make your plans of world conquest. starting here in america everyone will just laugh at you, all americans want to rule the world a little bit, you'll activate their natural flare of competition and you won't get anywhere" she blurted out. it was meant to be helpful advice but she realized it sounded like a pretty nasty critique. she decided to add an amendum "if you succeed though you should definitely appoint me chancelor of america, I've got some great plans to fix the economy and... well, everything" she said with a little chuckle, sometimes she really enjoyed being a smartass. she was also kind of serious. if he was as serious as ruling the world as she was about being president then who knew what would happen in the future. she was kind of certain that as ric grew up and realized the world wasn't all about him he might give up that dream. but who knows, some men never realize its not all about them. she was actually curious, did he want it just for the power, like most men? or did he really want to fix something, do something for the world? probably not, or at least it didn't come across that way when someone says 'rule' the world. the first image is a tyrannical emperor, which would be kind of a step back from where the world has been going. it was unlikely, but samantha hated killing peoples dreams.
"so what are your plans when you become ruler? what would you change?" she asked, completely seriously, but with a good humor in her eyes and a smile on her lips
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